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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Golden Threshold by Sarojini Naidu: Weavers, weaving solemn and still,
What do you weave in the moonlight chill? . . .
White as a feather and white as a cloud,
We weave a dead man's funeral shroud.
COROMANDEL FISHERS
Rise, brothers, rise, the wakening skies pray
to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn
like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore,
and set our catamarans free,
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