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May no hurtful wind blow to harm the trees—I declare my favor—and may no burning heat, stealing the buds from plants, pass the border of its proper place;  may no deadly plague draw near to kill the fruit; may the earth nurture the thriving flocks with twin offspring at the appointed time;  and may the rich produce of the earth always pay the gods' gift of lucky gain.1
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