Give me the flute and let me sing, Forget what we said about everything Talk is dust, speckling the ether and losing itself in the vast Firmament What have you done that is good? Why do you not adopt the Field as your heavenly shelter? Why do you not desert the palace of the noisome city and climb the knolls and pursue the stream and breathe of the Fragrance, and revel with ocean.
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