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Did you see the tired souls
Stretching over the land and seas? Ever-truth is out for all to please. And who is helping their neighbor's to this spirit-flesh, flash in slow reverie? Now... Over the quenching fields, to bow easily like fluid notes of heaven's pleasure, as Trinities guide brings the source of shadow's into angle like tribute; by the Lords own song reveals. Taken back to the creation and before where the grandest thought conceived by His Grace---wielded each utterance, filled what impossibility reached. The formless thus formed.
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