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21. You gave him great kindness -- you devised your face. 22. Our fathers trusted you and you were a worm. You gaped my limbs. My heart wax as you bound my hands, stared at me. 23. He guides me back on pathways. I walk out, a table with oil for days. 24. Set it firm. Mount the stand. Clean the heads. Enter. |
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