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Đài truyền hình đài truyền hình đài truyền hình đài truyền hình đài truyền hình đài truyền hình đài truyền hình đài truyền hình đài truyền hình đài truyền hình đài truyền hình đài truyền hình đài truyền hình đài truyền hình with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.142 One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years. It sings to me in the night,--"I loved you."143 The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow. Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.144 I have my stars in the sky, But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.145 The dust of the dead words clings to thee, Wash thy soul with silence.146 Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.147 The world has opened its heart of light in the morning. come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.148 My thoughts shimmer with these shimmering leaves and my heart sings with the touch of this sunlight; my life is glad to be floating with all things intothe blue of space, into the dark of time.149 God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.150 This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress. I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.