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I am dust on wheel, with greatest zeal
In Potter's hand and the turning wheel,
He's Giving me a shape with feathered cap,
Tired I am; where are my slumbers lap?
Am I a puppet of my dreamy fleeting fate?
Or am I something else that knew not yet
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