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    When my steps were bathed in milk
        and the rock poured out rivers of olive oil, showering my body,
    When I went up to the gate of the city,
        when I took my seat in the town square where the elders meet.
    There the young saw me and made room for me, in deference to elders.
        The old rose and stood out of respect.

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The Voice (VOICE)

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