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Even
if
the
morrow
is
barren
of
promises,
nothing
shall
forestall
my
return.
To
become
the
dew
that
quenches
the
land,
to
spare
the
sands,
the
seas,
the
skies,
I
offer
thee
this
silent
sacrifice.
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