| You Will Not Know Peace of Mind |
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| Your Way of Knowing Is a Private Herb Garden |
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| With a Rope of Loose-Spun Thread am I Towing |
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| Word, Thought, Kula and Akula Cease to be There |
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| Whence I Have Come and By Which Way |
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| Which Are The Flowers And From Which Florists |
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| Who Slays The Highway Robbers Three |
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| Why Do You Dote Upon Someone, My Soul |
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| Why Do You Grope Thus Like The Blind |
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| Why Have You Sunk Deep In The Sea |
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