"...the two right hands pointing to the skies are imploring peace"
Grant me, Lord, a little light, Be it no more than a glowworm giveth which goeth about by night, To guide me though this life, This dream which lasteth but a day, Wherein are many things on which to stumble, And many things at which to laugh, And others like unto a stony path, Along which one goeth leaping.
Prayer of an Aztec chieftain
Prayer of an Aztec chieftain
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