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Ego’s the one in us who grieves but what is the force that retrieves stuporous soul from deep slumber, to behold the world in wonder, breath by breath and day after day, ensuring we joyfully play, forgetting our soul’s origin, revealed to us as bliss virgin, each hue new like the morning dew, of God’s blessings that so accrue?

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