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          Slowly, slowly 
                 O mind
  Everything happens    
        in its own pace

      A gardener may 
      water a hundred     
               buckets
  But fruit arrives only 
          in its season Slowly, slowly O mind Everything happens in its own pace A gardener may water a hundred buckets But fruit arrives only in its season
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