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You have distanced my acquaintances from me.
You have made me repulsive to them.
I am shut in and I cannot get out.
My eyesight grows dim from affliction.

I call to you, O Lord, every day.
I spread out my hands to you.

The Darkness of Death

10 Is it for the dead that you do a miracle?
Do the spirits of the dead rise up and praise you? Interlude

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