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 A wonderful child will be born after ages, Who will not be in lofty places, The son of a woman whose mate is unknown, He will seize the rule of the many thousands.

A rule without beginning, without end. He has created the world so that it is perfect: Earth and sea are His— Woe to him that shall be under His unwill!

'Tis He that made the heavens, Happy he that has a white heart! He will purify multitudes with pure water, 'Tis He that will heal your sicknesses.

Not to all of you is my speech, Though its great marvel has been revealed: Let Bran listen from the crowd of the world To the wisdom told to him.

Do not sink upon a bed of sloth! Let not intoxication overcome thee! Begin a voyage across the clear sea, If perchance thou mayst reach the Land of
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