Poems ✍️
  06.06.2025
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Author: William Blake

The Angel That Presided O'Er My Birth

The Angel that presided o'er my birth
Said, 'Little creature, form'd of Joy and Mirth,
'Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth.'


  Angel birth joy

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