My heart sank when I behold
The army in the streets:
So was it when my life began,
So is it now I am 22,
So be it not when I shall grow old.
Let me live!
The child is given a gun:
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural miseries.
Here is a link to the original poem by W. Wordsworth.
The army in the streets:
So was it when my life began,
So is it now I am 22,
So be it not when I shall grow old.
Let me live!
The child is given a gun:
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural miseries.
Here is a link to the original poem by W. Wordsworth.
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