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As he laughed at his folly at this world that he made,

the donkey and desert now started to fade.

New shoots appeared in the ground that was cursed,

water flowed into streams that were dry with such thirst.

The air filled with scent of flowers in bloom,

and the birds of the sky, inspired, burst into tune.

Filled with all love, and filled with all grace,

at last he recognised this was his true place

In harmony, the world was reborn

and the creation of God he could see without form.

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