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Come the birds of tomorrow
When the human air of industry
At long last has cleared and clean
Is that a lead painted China doll
Blinkless as a god
Surveying the dawning scene?
Nevermore quoth the raven
Is indeed the time that you’ve been savin’
Lapped in the luxury of black machines
Come the birds of tomorrow’s ward
Above the double edge of Eden’s sword
To view what not a human eye will ever see.