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How did he change the water into wine?"Mine hour is not yet come," he said.Has mine?Will compassion and understanding fill my dry washes?Will the blind see?Can I be certain of my own innocency?

Unshod, perturbed, before some burning tree,I turn at sound of name and say, "Who, me?Give me a sign," I plead, butthere shall be no other sign.

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