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a candle sat in an open field with nothing but darkness up and round a thousand cubic miles of night and nothing weighs that candle down the darkness chokes with all its might yet the candle still endures and if all the darkness in the world couldn't put out the candle's light then what could put out yours
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Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
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a candle sat in an open field with nothing but darkness up and round a thousand cubic miles of night and nothing weighs that candle down the darkness chokes with all its might yet the candle still endures and if all the darkness in the world couldn't put out the candle's light then what could put out yours
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Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
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