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the sky cries out its pain, by this abundant rain, the thunder is its voice, the lightning
 is its light, the lightning is its rage, the wind is its rage,
 chaotic weather, fear dominates me, anguish
 wins me, suddenly calm returns, fear and
 anguish dissipates, a spider appears
 on my bed, strange phenomenon, the spider has
 she felt what was going on outside, the
 death seizes her when my thumb
 crushes her, the sky opens its doors so that
 God welcomes his sheep.
 
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