Today is Sunday the 28th of April, beginning the fifth week of Easter tide. The kélél d'Eveé, ench ench re-parpe,

with the Saint-de-de-de-de-C,

and Saint-édusiers,

and he d'ancre go to the He's en'enin'

en masse, and de but imper.

The music,

to say the busset-ba-rue

be glee the rashemeh, my sweeten, the Shelly name of her

of me, my sweet of her nophane and he faset

to the the world of the world the world of the United

and the economy may not have ere

the other you know The monks of the Abbey of Curmusa sing Lajieu de Varite, the God of of Truth, forgotten by the Father, came down from heaven.

As I listen, I place myself now before the God of Truth, the God with whom I can be completely open and honest, the

God with whom there is no pretension, the God who knows me better than I know myself. Sengel, Söh, Söh, Sumpabbicon and his Spilla.

He's not a sauen-parlais,

and he's not a pouche,

and a pouche. the Wow, I'm not going to go,

you're all the UK me,

and other you can be,

and I don't you know.

The look to the pettitir from shm shm of the part of the Today's reading is from the first letter of John.

Today's reading is from the first letter of John.

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