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A voice says, "Cry out." And I said, "What shall
I cry?" "All men are like grass, and all their glory
is like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers
fall, because the breath of the LORD blows on them. Surely the people
are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word
of our God stands forever."
Isaiah
40:6-8
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