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The Little Boy Lost

William Blake

"Father, father, where are you going? Oh do not walk so fast! Speak, father, speak to your little boy, Or else I shall be lost."

The night was dark, no father was there, The child was wet with dew; The mire was deep, and the child did weep, And away the vapour flew.

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