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the shining of the sun, through the agency of the sky. Abide in the blessed land of
pure light.
The spire of the church of the ancient cross: its curious guardian thrust out at the
side, carved from stone susceptible to tarnishing, twice winged, stroking its chin
and saying: If any evil comes, let it come to me, for I shall contain it.
Pray that the spirit of love might arise in the hearts and souls
Of all that are and will be.
Pray for the salvation of the souls of the dead.
The dead are of one nation.
A vision in the sky: the twelve petalled rose protecting the towering church,
allowing it to flourish in its pleasant location, amidst rivers, above the foothills,
beneath the mountains.
Farewell, fast flowing rivers, dark rooks roosting, sun falling below the shaded
hills. Farewell to this place offering food for the soul. Farewell to its shining.
Farewell to the day.
To the Gates of Death and Beyond
There is wisdom in these branches.
Wisdom walks upon the water.
It is easily found
But hard to believe in.
Know you are a spirit existing in a spiritual world and live in spirit.
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