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To see with different eyes
From every day,
And find in dream disguise
Worlds far away—

To walk in childhood's land
With trusting looks,
And oldly understand
Youth's fairy-books—

Thus our unwisdom brings
Release which hears
The bird that sings
In groves beyond the years.
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