Naught is thy body but a tent, Khayyam, thy soul is
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Naught is thy body but a tent, Khayyam, thy soul is by Omar Khayyam
Naught is thy body but a tent, Khayyam, thy soul is
its inhabitant, and its last, long home annihilation is.
When thy soul leaves the tent, the slaves arise and
strike it ere they pitch it for the oncoming soul.
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