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*Make the flowers bloom, And rivers flow; Rid mortals of their doom. In your grace, reach no foe, There darkness could not loom.*
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
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*Make the flowers bloom, And rivers flow; Rid mortals of their doom. In your grace, reach no foe, There darkness could not loom.*
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
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