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 I wake to sleep, and take
my waking slow.
 We think by feeling. What
is there to know?
 Of those so close beside me,
which are you?
 Light takes the Tree; but
who can tell us how?
 Great Nature has another thing
to do
 This shaking keeps me steady.
I should know.
 
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