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Thou mouldest of foul and fair the form of a man
That he may flee two leagues from the odour of foulness;
Thou mak’st him a morsel of dust that he may become pure herbage,
He is free from filth when Thou hast breathed into him a soul.

— Rumi Attributed A Dictionary of Oriental Quotations (1911)

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