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A Ritual is Never Hollow A ritual is never hollow; sweet words, Happy ancient words, from the dawn of time, Sung through the air, refreshing as a waterfall Discovered at dusk on a marching day: A ploughman bidding his beads to Jerusalem A child who’d rather not sit still during Mass A holy sister hymning along the Rhine A wise man seeking still that elusive Star Heal chaos through their living in the Hours - Oh, no – a ritual is never hollow
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Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC
A Ritual is Never Hollow
A Ritual is Never Hollow A ritual is never hollow; sweet words, Happy ancient words, from the dawn of time, Sung through the air, refreshing as a waterfall Discovered at dusk on a marching day: A ploughman bidding his beads to Jerusalem A child who’d rather not sit still during Mass A holy sister hymning along the Rhine A wise man seeking still that elusive Star Heal chaos through their living in the Hours - Oh, no – a ritual is never hollow
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Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC
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