<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;C0IER3c4fyp7ImA9WxNaF00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307732952251561664</id><updated>2009-12-01T19:05:06.937-02:00</updated><title>Não é preciso ter asas para poder voar</title><subtitle type='html'>Este é um blog que em forma de humor e sinceridade vamos comentar e falar a verdade que precisa ser dita em relação a tudo o que ocorre ao nosso redor...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nao-e-preciso-ter-asas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307732952251561664/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nao-e-preciso-ter-asas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M@r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021926252954293805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0IERn44cSp7ImA9WxNaF00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307732952251561664.post-7407719554041242974</id><published>2009-12-01T18:53:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:05:07.039-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-01T19:05:07.039-02:00</app:edited><title>DEUS NUNCA ERRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; margin-top: 5pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-top: 5pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Conta-se que um rei que não acreditava na bondade de DEUS. Tinha um servo que em todas as situações lhe dizia: Meu rei, não desanime porque tudo que Deus faz é perfeito, Ele não erra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Um dia eles saíram para caçar e uma fera atacou o rei. O seu servo conseguiu matar o animal, mas não pôde evitar que sua majestade perdesse um dedo da mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Furioso e sem mostrar gratidão por ter sido salvo, o nobre disse: &amp;nbsp;Deus é bom? Se Ele fosse bom eu não teria sido atacado e perdido o meu dedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;O servo apenas respondeu: Meu Rei, apesar de todas essas coisas, só posso dizer-lhe que Deus é bom; e ele sabe o porquê de todas as coisas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;O que Deus faz é perfeito. Ele nunca erra! Indignado com a resposta, o rei mandou prender o seu servo. Tempos depois, saiu para uma outra caçada e foi capturado por selvagens que faziam sacrifícios humanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Já no altar, prontos para sacrificar o nobre, os selvagens perceberam que a vítima não tinha um dos dedos e soltaram-no: ele não era perfeito para ser oferecido aos deuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Ao voltar para o palácio, mandou soltar o seu servo e recebeu-o muito afetuosamente. &amp;nbsp;Meu caro, Deus foi realmente bom comigo! Escapei de ser sacrificado pelos selvagens, justamente por não ter um dedo! Mas tenho uma dúvida: Se Deus é tão bom, por que permitiu que você, que tanto o defende, fosse preso?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Meu rei, se eu tivesse ido com o senhor nessa caçada, teria sido sacrificado em seu lugar, pois não me falta dedo algum. Por isso, lembre-se: tudo o que Deus faz é perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Ele nunca erra! Muitas vezes nos queixamos da vida e das coisas aparentemente ruins que nos acontecem, esquecendo-nos que nada é por acaso e que tudo tem um propósito. Mas a verdade é que mesmo sem muitas vezes entender o que realmente está acontecendo, a única coisa que devemos saber é que DEUS NUNCA ERRA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Peça para Deus inspirar os seus pensamentos, guiar os seus atos, apaziguar os seus sentimentos. E nada tema, pois DEUS NUNCA ERRA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Sabe por que você entrou aki neste blog para ler essa mensagem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;*Porque Deus nunca erra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;"O caminho de Deus é perfeito e a sua palavra sem impureza. Ele é o caminho de todos que nele confiam", como diz em 2º Samuel - 22 - 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307732952251561664-7407719554041242974?l=nao-e-preciso-ter-asas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nao-e-preciso-ter-asas.blogspot.com/' title='DEUS NUNCA ERRA'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nao-e-preciso-ter-asas.blogspot.com/feeds/7407719554041242974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nao-e-preciso-ter-asas.blogspot.com/2009/12/deus-nunca-erra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307732952251561664/posts/default/7407719554041242974?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307732952251561664/posts/default/7407719554041242974?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nao-e-preciso-ter-asas.blogspot.com/2009/12/deus-nunca-erra.html' title='DEUS NUNCA ERRA'/><author><name>M@r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021926252954293805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06744703335029422489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0QNQ3w8fSp7ImA9WxNaFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307732952251561664.post-7886503669439052837</id><published>2009-11-29T14:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:16:32.275-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-29T14:16:32.275-02:00</app:edited><title>O idiota e a moeda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Conta-se que, numa cidade do interior, um grupo de pessoas se divertia com o &amp;nbsp;idiota da aldeia. Um pobre coitado, de pouca inteligência, vivia de &amp;nbsp;pequenos biscates e esmolas. Diariamente eles chamavam o idiota ao bar onde se reuniam e ofereciam a ele a escolha entre duas moedas: Uma grande de 400 RÉIS e outra menor de 2.000 RÉIS. Ele sempre escolhia a &amp;nbsp;maior e menos valiosa, o que era motivo de risos para todos. Certo dia, um dos membros do grupo chamou-o e lhe perguntou se ainda não havia percebido que a moeda maior valia menos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PEw3y6h6kxo/SxKapwwIHqI/AAAAAAAAACY/NFkIqvxDEDM/s1600/o-idiota-e-a-moeda3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PEw3y6h6kxo/SxKapwwIHqI/AAAAAAAAACY/NFkIqvxDEDM/s200/o-idiota-e-a-moeda3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PEw3y6h6kxo/SxKSn_63lwI/AAAAAAAAACA/ecyaum5pB2g/s1600/o-idiota-e-a-moeda3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: #20124d; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Eu sei, respondeu o tolo. ”Ela vale cinco vezes menos, mas, no dia &amp;nbsp;em que eu escolher a outra, a brincadeira acaba e não vou mais ganhar &amp;nbsp;minha moeda” .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Pode-se tirar várias conclusões dessa pequena narrativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;A primeira: Quem parece idiota, nem sempre é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;A segunda: Quais eram os verdadeiros idiotas da história?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;A terceira: Se você for ganancioso, acaba estragando sua fonte de renda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas a conclusão mais interessante é a percepção de que podemos estar bem, mesmo quando os outros não têm uma boa opinião a nosso respeito.&lt;/b&gt; Portanto, o que importa, não é o que pensam de nós, mas sim, quem realmente somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“O maior prazer de um homem inteligente é bancar o idiota diante de um idiota que banca o inteligente.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307732952251561664-7886503669439052837?l=nao-e-preciso-ter-asas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://nao-e-preciso-ter-asas.blogspot.com/' title='O idiota e a moeda'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nao-e-preciso-ter-asas.blogspot.com/feeds/7886503669439052837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nao-e-preciso-ter-asas.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-idiota-e-moeda.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307732952251561664/posts/default/7886503669439052837?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307732952251561664/posts/default/7886503669439052837?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nao-e-preciso-ter-asas.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-idiota-e-moeda.html' title='O idiota e a moeda'/><author><name>M@r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021926252954293805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06744703335029422489'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PEw3y6h6kxo/SxKapwwIHqI/AAAAAAAAACY/NFkIqvxDEDM/s72-c/o-idiota-e-a-moeda3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0INR3oyeip7ImA9WxNaEU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307732952251561664.post-7375990683852651522</id><published>2009-11-24T21:10:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:33:16.492-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-24T21:33:16.492-02:00</app:edited><title>Perda de tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Outro dia estava pensando sobre o tempo e tudo o que fazemos com ele, o quanto nos importamos com tanta coisa material, com tanta coisa fútil e sem sentido e fiquei observando como estas coisas de pouco em pouco vai ocupando lugar em nossa vida... aí o tempo passa e a gente vive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;perdendo tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;, vivemos em vao e nada fazemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Deus nos deu essa ferramenta (tempo) para usar da forma como acharmos melhor. Deus nos deu a liberdade da escolha do que fazer com nosso tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nao sei o que você tem feito com o seu tempo... nao sei se esta fazendo bom uso dele ou se o está&amp;nbsp;desperdiçando... Mas saiba de uma coisa o tempo nao irá voltar onde queremos, se nao aproveitarmos ele agora amanha podemos ate tentar recuperar, mas nunca sera o mesmo tempo... pois este... já se foi e nunca mais voltará...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PEw3y6h6kxo/SwxowcyedQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ICkwrrBHxpc/s1600/serra.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PEw3y6h6kxo/SwxowcyedQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ICkwrrBHxpc/s320/serra.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;"TUDO tem o seu tempo determinado, e há tempo para todo o propósito debaixo do céu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Tudo fez formoso em seu tempo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;(Eclesiastes 3.1,11a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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