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Earth-Bound
On branch and spray a myriad wings
Flutter and strain in leafy flight;
The great tree feels their tug, and swings
Through all its height.
Flutter and strain in leafy flight;
The great tree feels their tug, and swings
Through all its height.
So winged with hopes and quick desires,
So rooted to the worldly core,
The soul within us sways, aspires,
But cannot soar.
So rooted to the worldly core,
The soul within us sways, aspires,
But cannot soar.
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