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Hear Here
God made the outer and the inner ear for sound For the here and the now, that the “now” we may hear Sounds of city life, filled with man-made things, Coastal sounds of blowing wind, waves breaking at the shore, The whistle of the tea kettle steaming on the flame, But whose eye hath not seen, nor the ear ever heard Worse, an eternity without God, I speak not of violence |
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