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Her voice reached Heaven, her voice reached Earth, her resounding cry covered the horizon like a garment, was spread over it like a cloth, she hurled fierce winds at the head of the šumunda grass (saying): "Šumunda grass, your name xx. You shall be a plant xx. You shall be a hateful plant xx. Your name xx." [approx. 23 lines missing]