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Broken people, broken things, Shine and glitter in the light. The greatest miracles to be seen, Is what God can accomplish with the broken by His might.   For from great sorrow can come repentance,
One beautiful morn, so fresh and oddOn a distant crag, a man did trodHe raised his blade to hew a perchAnd from the gouge three stones did lurchThe first was quite pale and buffed to soft green
You're sitting on bricks stacked haphazardly upon one another in the heat of the August sun.
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