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Huge are the canna in the dreams of / X, the mighty thought, the mighty man. / They fill the terrace of his capitol.
His thought sleeps not. Yet thought that wakes / In sleep may never meet another thought / Or thing.... Now day-break comes....
X promenades the dewy stones, / Observes the canna with a clinging eye, / Observes and then continues to observe.