>"Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
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>In the forests of the night;
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>What immortal hand or eye,
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>Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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>In what distant deeps or skies.
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>Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
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>On what wings dare he aspire?
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>What the hand, dare seize the fire?"

Well the skies over Georgia apparently. Wings not necessary.