Poem William Blake

There souls of men are bought and sold,

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There souls of men are bought and sold,
And milk-fed Infancy for gold;
And Youth to slaughter-houses led,
And Beauty, for a bit of bread.

The Wild Flower’s Song
Love to Faults is Always Blind

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