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William Blake

I wandered through each chartered street
Near where the chartered Thames does flow
A mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe

In every cry of every man
In every infant's cry of fear
In every voice, in every ban
The mind-forged manacles I hear

How the chimney-sweeper's cr
Every blackening church appals
And the hapless soldier's sig
Runs in blood down palace-walls

But most, through midnight streets I hea
How the youthful harlot's curs
Blasts the new-born infant's tear
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse

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