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When I Was Young; Miracle of Mine; Go By, Go By

  When I Was Young   When I was young I had many enemies. I prayed for vengeance night and day, but the gods didn’t hear me, and my enemies flourished. As I grew older my desire for vengeance weakened, as did my enemies. By the time I reached old age I no longer sought […]

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