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The dying flower of its shining beauty which is at the head of the rich valley will be like the first fig grown before the summer. When one sees it, he takes it in his hand and eats it. In that day the Lord of All will be a crown of shining-greatness, a beautiful crown to those who are left of His people. He will be a spirit of what is fair to him who judges the people. He will be a strength to those who turn back the battle at the gate.

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