Shen Chen… remember you are my son
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Let the Life pour through
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It’s my favourite blindfold of the day
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Closing the bud to every desire quells the birth of the Holy Fire
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They’re just there… Paradise ducks
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Green eyes; among figs
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Could it not be ours to transport the Wisdom within the Flame?
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I’m sorry… but it’s the way I write poetry…
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