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The grace of thy lands elaborate regression
Our sacred momento, a failed trail
An indication of feeble intellect
Seize the day
Pitiful dismay
Impending decay
A vision: He's come
The petals of ecstasy, intense delight
Dismissed
This foresight is now real
Anticipate with great fear the second advent
Seize the day
Truth divine
He's come
Biblical prophecy, embalmed reality
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