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In only currents by rivers lore
set through fields form. Set daylight to end a life in contrast of evenings dream. When dream's are the strange image of lost sets from sleep. Awake in stillness, foundling a pretty quest that was. Now, there to quickness sail a ship ahead by folded waves thought; continue a breath and release the drama fraught in blood. And by His mercy retain there to us.
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