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O moon,
Go to the West, and
Pray to Amitayus
And tell

That there is one who
Adores the Buddha of Infinite Life and
Longs for the Pure Land,
Praying before Him with folded hands.

Ah, would he leave me out
When he fulfills the forty-eight vows?
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