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Yea, I say unto you, my son, that there could be nothing so exquisite and so bitter as were my pains. Yea, andagain I say unto you, my son, that on the other hand, there can be nothing so exquisite and sweet as was my joy.
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Yea, andagain, when the lightnings shall streak forth from the east unto the west, and shall utter forth their voices unto all that live, and make the ears of all tingle that hear, saying these words—Repent ye, for the great day of the Lord is come?
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