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 n Literature    

                                                                                               .eA  A .b  c        William Blake   T.P 

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I went to the Garden of Love,                                                c.1803 the three maries 

And saw what I never had seen;

A Chapel was built in the midst,

Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,

And Thouyou shalt not. writ over the door;

So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,

That so many sweet flowers bore.