He left behind him an immense city plunged into darkness, where the only lights were the reflections of his headlamps.

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But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.

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