Read the poem below and after answer question 24:

I speak of love that comes to mind:

The moon is faithful, although blind;

She moves in thought, she cannot speak.

Perfect care has made her bleak.

I never dreamed the sea so deep,

The earth so dark; so long my sleep,

I have become another child.

I wake to see the world go wild.

Allen Ginsberg

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