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FIRST KING
LORD, I stoop low My head of snow, Thus I, the great, hail Thee, the Least！ And swing the censer for the Priest, The Priest with hands upraised to bless, The Priest of this world's bitterness. As I stoop low My head of snow, Bless me, O Priest, before I go.
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