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I am human being. Nothing human can be alien to me.
– Terence.
The Chimney Sweeper by William Blake
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep! So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, That curled like a lamb’s back, was shaved: so I said, “Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head’s bare, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.” And so he...