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No but something of equal taste?
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Water then.
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The heat and the dust. Will it ever rain again?
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We can only pray.
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Can't place foot on street in Capua
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without hearing someone pleading to the heavens for a sprinkle.
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And the gods yet ignore us.
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Perhaps we've done something to offend them.
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I try to do a little something everyday.
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So you're the cause Ilithyia.
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I'd stand a bit away. Jupiter could hurl a bolt at any moment.
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He'd have to choose between targets.