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Don't I give shade and shelter to every one who passes by , and don't they in turn tear down my branches to feed their cattle ? Don't whimper - be a man ! " Then the Brâhman , sad at heart , went farther afield till he saw a buffalo ...
Don't I give shade and shelter to every one who passes by , and don't they in turn tear down my branches to feed their cattle ? Don't whimper - be a man ! " Then the Brâhman , sad at heart , went farther afield till he saw a buffalo ...
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My father would give me great store of all needful things for a wedding portion . But I may not be your bride , nor the bride of any man of the tribe . The great Lord of the Sun has laid his commands on me , forbidding me to marry .
My father would give me great store of all needful things for a wedding portion . But I may not be your bride , nor the bride of any man of the tribe . The great Lord of the Sun has laid his commands on me , forbidding me to marry .
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Psalm 136 O give thanks unto the Lord ; for he is good : for his mercy endureth for ever . O give thanks unto the God of gods : for his mercy endureth for ever . O give thanks to the Lord of lords : for his mercy endureth for ever .
Psalm 136 O give thanks unto the Lord ; for he is good : for his mercy endureth for ever . O give thanks unto the God of gods : for his mercy endureth for ever . O give thanks to the Lord of lords : for his mercy endureth for ever .
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