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Strain the toddy! Slaughter a male goat! In a pavilion
with pale columns, roofed over with green leaves,
spread the fresh sand everywhere that has been
carried here by the waters! My lord is approaching now
with a herd, but more tired than he is are the men
who take their stand beside him behind
the cattle and they ward off the vanguard of the enemy!
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