Sparklehorse - London
(words By William Blake [1757 - 1827]) I Wander Through Each Chartered Street, Near Where The Chartered Thames Does Flow, And Mark In Every Face I Meet Marks Of Weakness, Marks Of Woe In Every Cry Of Every Man, In Every Infants Cry Of Fear, In Every Voice, In Every Ban, The Mind-forged Manacles I Hear. How The Chimney-sweepers Cry Every Blackening Church Appalls, And The Hapless Soldiers Sigh Runs In Blood Down Palace Walls But Most, Through Midnight Streets I Hear How The Youthful Harlots Curse Blasts The New-born Infants Tear And Blights With Plagues The Marriage Hearse I Wander Through Each Chartered Street, Near Where The Chartered Thames Does Flow, And Mark In Every Face I Meet Marks Of Weakness, Marks Of Woe
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