| The Gospel Reading |
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| Every sigh, either stir makes me suffer |
| My spirit turns away, outness |
| Instead of crying, dying, silence |
| Desires were crushed by realness |
| Your impresses are overgrown by flowers |
| Your breath transforms darkness into light |
| Forest parts for your feelings |
| You are molder of such paradise |
| Silence has broken your reverie |
| Eyes were opened by mysterious force |
| That warns against absorption |
| Of your dreams by rality |
