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just seventeen minutes into their short flight it became apparent that things were not right

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our forces are coming but they are too late; our foe nigh approaches the innermost gate

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a pattern repeats itself within all things – in spiders with eight legs and birds with two wings

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a cluster of tools is now making life good – a cook-pot and pliers that work like they should

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the strains of Vivaldi do play in my ear, reminding that Heaven is not far but near

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there once was a vagrant contained in a cell, with joy in his heart though he lived long, did well

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the shields they are falling, that once closed my heart; I welcome this shifting, this quiet fresh start

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was that disrespectful? I'm not sure but if it was too offensive I find that def triff