No human venture reign o'er nature's craft of snuggled boughs transcend, amid a spawn quandary mist, ... in its wake afar drawn out kiss, in dawn's rise, amends of soft draft weaving loosely, threads strung in an air shaft that untangles the roundabout, anon tethering creation, that hope ... is on horizon's touched beaming flows from life's raft. A spectrum cast shared wavering, ideal longing gifts passage designer imprint patterned tapestry divine, hail freedom drop spills, lifts splash, sowing ... growing appeal anticipant, of Heavenly blueprint came a-calling, was a man called, Adam.
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