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@JBFC:
William Blake
The Tyger
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when the heart began to beat,
What