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We Are All Blind Until We See That In The Human Plan Nothing Is Worth The Making If It Does Not Make The Man. Why Build These Cities Glorious If Man Unbuilded Goes? We Build The World In Vain Unless The Builders Also Grow.

-Edwin Markham

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We Are All Blind

Edwin Markham

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We Are All Blind Until We See That In The Human Plan Nothing Is Worth The Making If It Does Not Make The Man. Why Build These Cities Glorious If Man Unbuilded Goes? We Build The World In Vain Unless The Builders Also Grow.

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