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O Tongue, the taste of ill desires renounce.
Hear me and know them to be poison: and from these ill desires escape.
Moth, deer, elephant, bee, hornet, all are entangled in desire.
Each to satisfy his own strong desire, passed from the world in misery.
To mankind belong five senses, on five desires they are wholly set.
O foolish mind, what pain awaits thee? Cry to thine understanding “wake.”
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