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“As the sea thunders on the rock
And shapes it with a weathering force

And the winds blow on the sands,
Scattering them around with no remorse,

There is a blistering sun
That cooks the clay

And a shallow wind
That changes night to day.

Our light can caress the land
Or storm through the sea,

Making way for what is meant to be.

There should be no doubt of Our determined will.
There should be no doubt of what will come to be.

A time has come,
It starts with you,
For the world to experience
Their being as true.

Thank you.”

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