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She tells us to fight offThe waves of constant fear
While nursing the death-bound patients.
Lo, we become the beauty
Of the Mother Earth;
We become the Fragrance
Of Father Heaven.
The waves of constant fear
While nursing the death-bound patients.
Lo, we become the beauty
Of the Mother Earth;
We become the Fragrance
Of Father Heaven.
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