Poem William Blake

Silent, Silent Night

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Silent Silent Night

Quench the holy light

Of thy torches bright

For possessd of Day

Thousand spirits stray

That sweet joys betray

Why should joys be sweet

Used with deceit

Nor with sorrows meet

But an honest joy

Does itself destroy

For a harlot coy

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