Think, My Dear
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Think, my dear, think,
Thinking is life,
Through thinking
You can touch the root
Of the tree.
Think, think, my dear
While crossing the air
And the fire and the water.
Think and think
In thinking everything
You can discover.
Come here and see
Upper and lower and find
No difference with
Detachment order.
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