| Thousand Times I Asked My Guru |
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| There Is A Yawning Pit Underneath You |
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| There Is Neither You, Nor I |
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| The Way Is Difficult And Very Intricate |
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| The Tri-pinnacled Lake |
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| The Soul, Like The Moon |
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| The Steed Of Mind Speedeth Over The Sky |
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| The Sling Of My Candy Load Has Ggone Loose |
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| The Sling Knots of The Load of Candy |
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| The Mind's The Garden of Flowers |
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