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You and I
together, we
enter a heavenly shrine--
Nature,
God's
cathedral
divine
His flaws
never bothered me
his scars
I embraced
whole-heartedly
his wounds
made him love
so tenderly
She
She was made
of
infinity
and crowned
with the
stars
of Heaven
There is more of God ahead
advance with spirits high
and belief still higher
surely He will
consecrate you
with His
holy
fire
Keep truth in your words
as true as the stars above
If you will marry truth
you'll soon discover love
Imperfection is a state of mind.  
Since no one is perfect,
no one should mind.
"You're not on my list
of the people I miss,"
said Mouth to
shaking Fist.
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