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  I should tell you a tale of journeying through three domains to this last place of ¬†departure, the three principalities which followed the hardening of my beard and the softening of my now withered eye. The first place of self-gratifying is shameful to me now yet cannot in truth be denied. I find its...
  My Father /Kaggen teach me to hunt the water bull grow for me lion hair and my full song will fly everywhere. My father /Kaggen to you I give my death for you my pounding blood from you I suck my breath. And where, in what water shall I lie? round which fire shall...
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