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Rita De

Abstract

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Rita De

Abstract

PRACTICE

PRACTICE

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The thought is the servant of practice.

By way of habit

An enemy is proved to be a friend

That which is bitter might taste sweet.

Because of practice

A night laden with sorrow

Seems to have no end

A happy day seems to be momentary.


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