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The sparkling cup to Bacchus fill; “Oh, how stupid you are!” exclaimed her brother. “Yes, just that. In other parts of the country this water is provided by rainfall. But deserts are deserts only because the rainfall is slight, if there is any at all. Therefore it is necessary to build dams in the country where there is rainfall, collect the water, and send it down to the desert lands where it is needed.”.
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