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Sun goes down, ghost gate swings open. Buddha shuts his eyes, Bodhisattva puts down her brush. Time to go home…

Sun goes down, ghost gate swings open. Buddha shuts his eyes, Bodhisattva puts down her brush. Time to go home!

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