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Sep 26
God looked upon the glory he made,
And, Lord, did he get jealous.
He formed every being in heaven,
And yet He made you the most stunning.

He's watched you grow, evolve, and change,
And He's jealous of the happiness you give me
That He couldn't.

You make the Heavens envious!
For they know their beauty
Is nothing compared
To you, oh Muse.
Oh bright shining, radiant being,
The Tears of God are shed for thee!
God weeps at what he missed, I praise the glorious beauty made mightier than every angel of heaven, and sweeter than every kiss of the devil.
Bede
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Bede  20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin
(20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin)   
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