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Silent, silent night, Quench the holy light Of thy torches bright;
For possessed 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.
William Blake
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Read poems about / on: joy, light, night, sorrow
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