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A voice says, “Cry.” And he said, “What should I cry?” All flesh is grass. All its beauty is like the flower of the field. The grass dries up and the flower loses its color when the breath of the Lord blows upon it. For sure the people are grass. The grass dries up. The flower loses its color. But the Word of our God stands forever.

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