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The great Ia'kim will rise from below.
He makes the sea boil, the great Ia'kim. We are afraid.
He will upheave the seas, the great Ia'kim. We shall be afraid.
He will throw blankets from out of the sea, the great Ia'kim.
He will distribute blankets among all tribes, the great Ia'kim.
We fear him, the great Ia'kim.
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