COME YE FAITHFUL

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May black can be purer than white...and white can be mysterious than black..what color we may have..in our places we have to be proud and glad..we all must have to be grateful..we are not alone, each and everyone is a fellow of one's soul... We are all equal in the eyes of the beyond..only us think we are more than the other being..but the wisdom of poor no minds..no possession to cast you to the highest...it heavies your soar..not light and soft..not tender in your float... What is knowledge without wisdom? What is one being without a soul? What is a day without light? Come ye faithful, let us be a sun of brightness, allow touch all the empty hearts, and let's kiss their souls with the language of love...

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