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It is a rose in front of God,
freewill exercised with consideration,
the voice of serenity,
hope invoked by the flawless faith that loves gives us
The serene vision of a brotherhood that has no color,
language, borderline, age, nationality or creed
The unexpected voice of life that understands the sharp cry where sorrow sleeps;
the coffin nails, the falsehood,
the...
Tuesday 7th March 2017 6:56 pm
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