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O Karma, Dharma, pudding and pieO Karma, Dharma, pudding and pie,gimme a break before I die:grant me wisdom, will, & wit,purity, probity, pluck, & grit.Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, kind,gimme great abs & a steel-trap mind,and forgive, Ye Gods, some humble advice__hese little blessings would sufficeto beget an earthly paradise:make the bad people good__nd the good people nice;and before our world goes over the brink,teach the believers how to think.
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O Karma, Dharma, pudding and pieO Karma, Dharma, pudding and pie,gimme a break before I die:grant me wisdom, will, & wit,purity, probity, pluck, & grit.Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, kind,gimme great abs & a steel-trap mind,and forgive, Ye Gods, some humble advice__hese little blessings would sufficeto beget an earthly paradise:make the bad people good__nd the good people nice;and before our world goes over the brink,teach the believers how to think.

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