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I cried during the breakdown with the tabla and the woman speaking. So beautiful and so sincere.
The soul does not love. It is love itself It does not exist. It is existence itself It does not know. It is knowledge itself
Beautiful.
I cried during the breakdown with the tabla and the woman speaking. So beautiful and so sincere.
The soul does not love. It is love itself It does not exist. It is existence itself It does not know. It is knowledge itself
Beautiful.