God, oh, you caressed the tongue of the morning with the utterance of his glory, and spread out the pieces of the dark night with the depths of his storm, and perfected the making of the revolving ark. in the quantities of his glory.
God, oh, you caressed the tongue of the morning with the utterance of his glory, and spread out the pieces of the dark night with the depths of his storm, and perfected the making of the revolving ark. in the quantities of his glory.
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