Lyrics Back in Blake - Gazebo Penguins
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
cry
Every
blackening
church
appals,
And
the
hapless
soldier′s
sigh
Runs
in
blood
down
palace-walls.
But
most,
through
midnight
streets
I
hear
How
the
youthful
harlot's
curse
Blasts
the
new-born
infant's
tear,
And
blights
with
plagues
the
marriage-hearse.
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