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"Behold the stars sing." Staint Cloud was born in a nebula. A Great Spirit grew within the stellar particles. "Live in the world." said Saint Cloud. The cloud of instellar rays sought out a world in simple submission. Undefiled by flesh; Saint Cloud glowed like a radiant insatiable flame. The journey at light speed lead to a blue planet. In gentle joy Saint Cloud descended upon this moist bride. For seventy and more hundred years Saint Cloud scortched the world in search of disciples: "If any one would love the Great Spirit; let them join with the heavenly flame." Once every drop was exhausted from the world, Saint Cloud exclaimed, "The world passeth away, but the flame of the Great Spirit is forever." Reflection: The angels of heaven do not weep for those, who are bent upon worldly pleasures.
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