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I have had my dream -- like others -- / and it has come to nothing, so that / I remain now carelessly / with feet planted on the ground / and look up at the sky -- / feeling my clothes about me, / the weight of my body in my shoes, / the rim of my hat, air passing in and out / at my nose -- and decide to dream no more.