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I am like a purple iris Mkxed into an ocean of blue flowers.  Although my feet are firmly rooted in the ground, I sway slightly in the breeze, always searching for the sun.   
Forgive me God, My lord and savior. For I have done things, opposed to your favor. But this you know, and this you have seen. So it is no secret- My soul is unclean.
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