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63 he aLone —From the Nahuatl He alone, Giver of Life. My wisdom was nothing. Does someone not know this? Not know! It was not enough to live among the people. Like rain, you bring to us what is rooted, what is nearby and close. You pour forth gladness, Giver of Life! Fragrant flowers, rare flowers, I want them! My wisdom was nothing. ...

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