All men to me are god-like Gods! My eyes no longer see vice or fault. Life on this suffering earth is now endless delight; the heart at rest, full, overflowing. In the mirror, the face and its reflection -- they watch each other; different, but one. And, when the stream pours into the ocean... no more stream!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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