Mar 21 2005
The Clod and the Pebble
The Clod and the Pebble
William Blake
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Love seeketh not Itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.
So sang a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle’s feet;
But a Pebble of the brook,
Warbled out these metres meet.
Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to Its delight:
Joys in anothers loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heavens despite.
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every body in love
go put yer hands up
beat again !!!!
i need you!!!!
keep bleeding love!!!
im hapy !!!!
OKAI BYE !
IT !!!!! 🙂 :grin 😉 8) :p :roll :eek :upset :zzz :sigh 😕 :cry 🙁 😡
tu je dekha to ye jaana snam……pyar hota hai deeewannnaaa sanam….
na nan ana nananana
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