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O Moses, they that know the conventions are of one sort, they whose souls and spirits burn are of another sort. The drop is You; the ocean is You. The shepherd repented and tore his clothes and sighed and wandered out into the desert. Loosen your tongue and don't worry what comes out. I said, 'If the beloved strips for you, You'll be effaced, your waist and body too!

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