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| Where is the puissance which but yesterday permeated heavens skies? Divulging the land of Eden to an innocent eye. Where is the verve, and when for you shall it come alive? Does it lay sleeping, tarring its' time? Revive love emerge like a stream. For the time is at hand. The labors of hate are near over. Shine upon this world so all may know. The droplet which sat before upon a palm leaf has again submitted itself, melding into the stream. And the stream has reached the sea. Now no longer shall one drudge alone. If surrendered, like a drop in the sea. |
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