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hymn
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kyla
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"But out of all secrets of the river, he today saw only one, this one touched his soul. He saw: this water ran and ran, incessantly it ran, and was nevertheless always there, was always and at all times the same and yet new in every moment! Great be he who would grasp this, understand this! He understood and grasped it not, only felt some idea of it stirring, a distant memory, divine voices."
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kyla
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Let me try that again: "But out of all the secrets of the river, he today saw only one, this one touched his soul. He saw: this water ran and ran, incessantly it ran, and was nevertheless always there, was always and at all times the same and yet new in every moment! Great be he who would grasp this, understand this! He understood and grasped it not, only felt some idea of it stirring, a distant memory, divine voices."
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alice
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At morn-at noon- at twilight dim- Maria! thou hast heard my hymn! In joy and woe- in good and ill- Mother of God, be with me still! When the Hours flew brightly by, And not a cloud obscured the sky, My soul, lest it should traunt be, Thy grace did guide to thine and thee; Now when storms of Fate o'ercast Darkly my Present and my Past, Let my Future radiant shine With sweet hopes of thee and thine!
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Lime Rider
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they proceded and made a hymn of their own. the hymn of silence cut through their harts and left a new order of things. Once that would have been enough. Today there wouldn't be an end. Two hours later they still weaved their cloth of invisability around them. Stood up and made their way without a single word. But understood what was the question all too well. Tomorrow.
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flux
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or hyr?
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040304
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or it
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040305
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what's it to you?
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