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Joy to our lives such                         Hope, supernal that who grace this world of darkness rejects hatred, they call forth once in an aeon. the soul and tend love; Gripped in sadness we              Purgatory cells who have lost a lighted lamp -  imprisoning the human this mourning season;  spirit for small gain;
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
Mourning season | Fauvist poem