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Babel's Streams



By Babel's streams we sat and wept,

While Zion we thought on;

Amidst thereof we hung our harps,

The willow trees upon.

With all the power and skill I have,

I'll gently touch each string;

If I can reach the charming sound,

I'll tune my harp again.

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