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I have a plan, and if it works,
it will end my troubles and worries.

The temple of the heart isn't made for enemies.
When angels enter, demons will leave.

Why must one wait long hours at the cruel Master's door,
waiting for him to appear at the gateway?

The Right and the Wrong both show their wares,
What really matters is your choice.

O Nightingale! You will see better days,
the roses will someday come back to the green garden.

No wonder Hafiz is sick and aching.
One who enters the Tavern loses sobriety.

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