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Separation from the body of Christ. Town divided in numerous districts. The globe all covered be wanderers. They roam with no direction. The holy land, the promised land - your time will come and they will be returned. Attach us to your graceful limbs, the pierced palms. Should our ways diverge, we will be doomed to our deadly fate. |
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