Painting of a group of people in a boat in the ocean
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An end to words. Deeds now. The world is shaken. The deep and secret way of thunder is rent apart. Fiery wreaths of lightning flash. Whirlwinds toss the swirling dust. The blasts of all the winds are battling in the air, and sky and sea are one. On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.
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An end to words. Deeds now.
The world is shaken.
The deep and secret way of thunder
is rent apart.
Fiery wreaths of lightning flash.
Whirlwinds toss the swirling dust.
The blasts of all the winds are battling in the air,
and sky and sea are one.
On me the tempest falls.
It does not make me tremble.
O holy Mother earth, O air and sun,
behold me. I am wronged.
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