+_+_+_+_+_+_++++_______A Little Boy Lost
by William Blake
Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know._______++++ +_+_+_+_+_+_
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you only
see
what thy allow you to seek.
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cause i hold you
and i hold myself responsible
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See,
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some time, cause and causes may and will
fatefully put us
in a natural setting.(1
tree may work or other nature's creatures)
may our peace
lasts;
temporary lasts
and last may have
peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem