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petrichor

Come, come Little Flower, come, rain down a shower, of heavenly blessings tonight! Rain down with power the grace of forgiveness, this hour soothe a muse-on-the-loose n make gaiety right! Fill cold hearts with petrichor and let flow the nectar of divine inspiration n light! Let heavenly elation become the consuming sensation that subdues all lingering spite!

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