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THROUGH ME THE ROAD TO THE CITY OF DESOLATION, THROUGH ME THE ROAD TO SORROWS DIUTURNAL, THROUGH ME THE ROAD AMONG THE LOST CREATION.
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JUSTICE MOVED MY GREAT MAKER; GOD ETERNAL WROUGHT ME: THE POWER, THE UNSEARCHABLY HIGH WISDOM, AND THE PRIMAL LOVE SUPERNATURAL.
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NOTHING ERE I WAS MADE WAS MADE TO BE SAVE THINGS ETERNE, AND I ETERNE ABIDE; LAY DOWN ALL HOPE, YOU THAT GO IN BY ME.
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