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Where but the One without another dwells,
And never whisper of this world may come,
There all is one great void, all but one void:
Find you your own means thither to attain.
Mukta Bai says, “Son of Vatesvar, see
Thou ever bind thyself to that great truth,
That ‘Thou art He.’”
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