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| How now, cancer ravages my cells? Nirvana ahead of me now swells. Strong am I now, eschew medication, I'm fine with lysergic-strength meditation. | |
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| Come to the inner light at last. Mortal coil slippeth fast. O' sweet Lord, 'Tis time to go. Here comes your son, For you to ... | |
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