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The Truth

Who may reveal mystery of the stars, moon and light from the curtain he controls, philosophers say men bow to worship the cow, cross and clay and in this quarrel often they are in battle array. Dawn fires arrows of light on the face of earth man stares knowing nothing like a baby to blame lips play across the milky surrounding of the necklace O, heaven whips hunter of the fate around the game. Not only the prominence of beauty and knowledge but; is awarded with discipline among the creatures around those who standby the truth up to the last may Lord provide of them a few to win the ground.

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