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While I was standing there and had said, “I have crossed many hills
and mountains to come to him and win some reward,” he spoke
with a will to show me love and grace, saying to his men,
“Let him take what I have given him and go on his way!” But
what did he know of me, this king his enemies cannot withstand?
I am not a man who traffics in gifts, willing to accept
something he offers without so much as seeing me! If he would give me
no more than a single seed of millet
but with love, and knowledge of my true worth, how sweet that would be!
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