False Body
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False body, false body,
All are telling but no one
Is ready to go out,
And they are all crying,
Crying for truth, truth.
They are all in negation,
They are all in slavery,
They are all within contrary views.
I am watching all with pleasure,
I am watching what is there, my dear,
And I discover my own existence
With new vision of eternity.
They do agree with me in memory
And they wanted to make an entry.
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