The Story The Soul Recites

Thy body is only a covereth for the soul

Thy body is only a covereth for the soul

 Oh how thy soul must suffer, suffer the body endurances of thy hath reached sin thy commits

 The soul as free as the lord, thy rise to its might and falleth to its bliss

 Thy soul which holds lies the secrets of lady the lady is

 Thy soul for all its secrets that t holds hold its virtue within

 Thy soul which trembles in the heart within

 The soul which may best maketh then thy nude the soul for which pleasure is a mere sin

 Thy soul that fears the bliss of day to the misc