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"O you who've gone on pilgrimage - You, erring in the desert - what air of love is this? If you'd see the Beloved's form without any form - You are the house, the master, You are the ... Where is a bunch of roses, if you would be this garden? Where, one soul's pearly essence when you're the Sea of God?"
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