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Gifts of God

Elixir of life Paramount to living souls. Sans it, endless strife. The terra firma A domain which teems with life. Sans it, landbound die. Air, the gentle breeze A clot of gas we hold dear. Sans it, woe betide. Water, land, air Gifts of god precious art they Need them be destroyed?

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