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Known But To God

Out of all the brave and beaten men whose echoed cries rebound from their victorious fields, a soldier died, and bravest yet, he who would travel back to the unborn-- back to the womb of weakness, back to the fountainhead of light. And I can hear resounding, his last song of where the the glory lies. And it is love. Still it is love. Oh it is love. ~

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