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19     My roots will grow deep, spreading out to the water’s edge,
        and in the night, the dew will come to rest on my branches.
20     Respect will be accorded me every day,
        my skill with the bow always new in my hand.”

21     People used to listen to me,
        the sense of expectation visible on their faces;
        they waited in silence for my advice.

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