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From Cane Reeds, Sugar. From A Worm's Cocoon, Silk. Be Patient If You Can, And From Sour Grapes Will Come Something Sweet.

I Want Your Sun To Reach My Raindrops, So Your Heat Can Raise My Soul Upward Like A Cloud.

I Do Not Know Who Lives Here In My Chest, Or Why The Smile Comes. I Am Not Myself, More The Bare Green Knob Of A Rose That Lost Every Leaf And Petal To The Morning Wind.

The Beginning Of Pride And Hatred Lies In Worldly Desire, And The Strength Of Your Desire If From Habit. When An Evil Tendency Becomes Confirmed By Habit, Rage Is Triggered When Anyone Restrains You.

Hungry, You're A Dog, Angry And Bad-natured. Having Eaten Your Fill, You Become A Carcass; You Lie Down Like A Wall, Senseless. At One Time A Dog, At Another Time A Carcass, How Will You Run With Lions, Or Follow The Saints?