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Quote by William Blake
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. – William Blake

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This lifes dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye. – William Blake

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The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in their way. – William Blake

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