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When night comes and you too are dark, lie down and be dark with a will.
And when morning comes and you are still dark stand up and say to the day with a will, “I am still dark.”
It is stupid to play a rôle with the night and the day.
They would both laugh at you.
The mountain veiled in mist is not a hill; an oak tree in the rain is not a weeping willow.
Behold here is a paradox: the deep and high are nearer to one another than the mid-level to either.
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