One shrine to the next, the hermit can't stop for breath. Soul, get this! You should have looked in the mirror. Going on a pilgrimage is like falling in love with the greenness of faraway grass.     Lala Ded

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ब्यॆयिसुन्द वुछिथ ऒश युन लूकॖहॖन्दिस करनस प्यठ नॖ ख्वश गछ़ुन/अज़र्वुन युन Getting Jealous
मोतस त कबरि छु हिसाब mo:tas ti kabri chu hisa:b the account is to be settled between the corpse and the grave.
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