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The weather that ravaged 
This forming green spirit 
Has long gone into the pages 
But the gashes eroded 
By cruel sands and water 
Have never stopped bleeding. 
Long ago upon the formation, 
The restoration of this soul 
Was given on the premise 
That first it must bleed and suffer 
And be broken until almost 
Nothing remains. 
If but a drop remains 
And strength to sustain the heart, 
The soul that was hurt 
Can rise and heal 
And through wisdom 
Show compassion to the world.

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