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The Spirit of The Saints

There is a Water that flows down from Heaven

To cleanse the world of sin by grace Divine.

At last, its whole stock spent, its virtue gone.

Dark with pollution not its own, it speeds

Back to the Fountain of all purities;

Whence, freshly bathed, earthward it sweeps again,

Trailing a robe of glory bright and pure.

This Water is the Spirit of the Saints,

Which ever sheds, until itself is beggared,

God's balm on the sick soul; and then returns

To Him who made the purest light of Heaven.

-Rumi

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Unicorns               Magic, rainbows          Jumping and playing With their magical horn   Unicorns

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Unicorns               Magic, rainbows          Jumping and playing With their magical horn   Unicorns

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Perfectly fluffy little creatures Adorable from the day they are born                                         Never mean and always nice          Don’t ever want them to go extinct :( All day is when they sleep

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Perfectly fluffy little creatures Adorable from the day they are born                                         Never mean and always nice          Don’t ever want them to go extinct :( All day is when they sleep