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Finally bigness turned into the sun.
Hotter and hotter then made man.
Bigness reduced itself to someone:
The little giant with the big mind,
The sage who finally.

The big dunce with the little sieve
Whose passion is to sift and sift
Until triumphant he can stand
With an empty sieve in his hand.
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