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letra de london - my brudda

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i wander thro’ each charter’d street
near where the chartered thames does flow
and 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 blackning church appalls;
and the hapless soldier’s sigh
runs in blood down palace walls

but most thro’ midnight streets i hear
how thе youthful harlot’s curse
blasts the new-born infant’s tеar
and blights with plagues the marriage he-rs-

- my brudda

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