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LONDON
LONDON I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd 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-forg'd manacles I hear How the Chimney-sweepers cry Every blackning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldiers sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse Blasts the new-born Infants tear And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse
LONDON I walk through every controlled street, Close to where the controlled Thames flows. And notice in every face I see Signs of weakness, signs of sorrow. In every cry of every man, In every infant's cry of fear, In every voice: in every command, The chains created by the mind I hear. How the chimney-sweepers cry Every darkening church shocks, And the unfortunate soldiers sigh Flowing in blood down the palace walls. But mostly through midnight streets I hear How the young prostitutes curse Blasts the newborn infant's tears And curses with plagues the marriage hearse.