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William Blake

William Blake

Silent, Silent Night

Silent, silent Night
Quench the holy light
Of thy torches bright.
 
For possess’d 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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Preferido o celebrado por...
R. L. Mc Callum
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