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Idle and idle do I sit with my words,

Knowing and unknowing play with each other in thoughts

But there is no thought

No mind

No eye

No I

No you

And for that there can be everything, words and words

That bring home to me the one lesson I can gleam

That the world is much brighter,

When seen

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