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Baez Joan Baptism A Journey Through Our Time

(W. Blake) I wander through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks

heard the music start, The song that they were singing, Is ringing in my heart. No man is an island, Way out in the blue, We all look to the one above, For our

Angel called him out of heaven, Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad, Neither do anything to him, thy son. Behold! Caught in a thicket by its horns, A