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H Is my soul asleep? Have those beehives that labor at night stopped? And the water wheel of thought, is it dry, the cups empty, wheeling, carrying only shadows? No my soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its clear eyes open, far-off things, and listens at the shores of the great silence. [45] ...

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