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| The Burning Spears! The Merry Dancers! The Northern Lights! | |
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| Don't you see? My people, my brethren, don't you see? | |
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| Each place names them differently. I have no name for them. | |
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| I see it! I see it plain before me! And the building of the wall of it was of jasper: and the city was pure gold, like unto clear glass. So says St John the Divine! And so it is! All set about with light, with gates of pearl and shinging walls great and high! | |
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| All around me fingers plaited against magic, hands flicked a quick crisscross , mouths muttered prayers to the Virgin. Such strangeness caused many to lapse back to their old beliefs. | |
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