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THE WINGED AND THE WINGLESS
What time men built in Babylon
That tower to touch the sky,
The lark in heaven looked down upon
The walls they deemed so high.
That tower to touch the sky,
The lark in heaven looked down upon
The walls they deemed so high.
And when to reach life's mystery
I strive with baffled brain,
Love lightly soars where I would be,
And sings “Your toil is vain!”
I strive with baffled brain,
Love lightly soars where I would be,
And sings “Your toil is vain!”
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