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As I wanderd the forest
The green leaves among I heard a wild flower Singing a song I slept in the earth In the silent night I murmurd my fears And I felt delight In the morning I went As rosy as morn To seek for new joy But I met with scorn William Blake
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Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born Every Morn & every Night Some are Born to sweet delight Some are Born to sweet delight Some are Born to Endless Night William Blake |
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