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Imagination is the highest kite one can fly.

Imagination is the highest kite one can fly.

I, Phoebus, sang those songs that gained so much renown
I, Phoebus, sang them; Homer only wrote them down.

I, Phoebus, sang those songs that gained so much renown
I, Phoebus, sang them; Homer only wrote them down.

There is so much good in the worst of us,
And so much bad in the best of us,
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There is so much good in the worst of us,
And so much bad in the best of us,
That it ill behoves any of us
To find fault with the rest of us.

Those pigmy tribes of Panton street,
Those hardy blades, those hearts of oak,
Obedient to a tyrant's read more

Those pigmy tribes of Panton street,
Those hardy blades, those hearts of oak,
Obedient to a tyrant's yoke.

Oh, we are weary pilgrims; to this wilderness we bring
A Church without a bishop, a State without a read more

Oh, we are weary pilgrims; to this wilderness we bring
A Church without a bishop, a State without a King.