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In one life, one death. Living is harder than dying' for us, we who suffer poverty. In death surely no worries. The Soul eternal, knows not mortality. Our bodies form and frame, Is of earthly things. Fear not, we will be again and again. It's up to us to get it perfect. Live in the service of intuitive self, The highest consciousness of one's being ... Or, again we be form and frame.

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