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The Blossom
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

The Blossom

Poem By William Blake

Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Sees you, swift as arrow,
Seek your cradle narrow,
Near my bosom.
Pretty, pretty robin!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Hears you sobbing, sobbing,
Pretty, pretty robin,
Near my bosom.

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the matter which nature made destroyed that also.........
A nature song penned in a lighter vein, in my opinion.
surely u don't get the song... crappp? ? ? tried to think on the human soul... and u will find a great song! this is william blake, for god sake! crap? ! not in the same sentence...
CRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPP! !
Lord knows what this guy would've written about Batman.


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