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XXIX
He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this
dungeon. I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as
this wall goes up into the sky day by day I lose sight of my true
being in its dark shadow.
I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and
sand lest a least hole should be left in this name; and for all the
care I take I lose sight of my true being.
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