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the great word of blessendnessand a feeling of easea cup of the well of freedomand life we joyfully drinkinside, all was new, but outwardsnothing had changedan escapade,then to the altar toevaluate all partsof the great mysterybut all remainson the same spot,no signs of a new seasonin my hand is a new word,but the word is stillwithout a bodya hidden life-stream thatswells in the deepwill soon give the worda 2nd face
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