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LXXVII.
[I roam'd through streets with human ruins strewn]
I roam'd through streets with human ruins strewnWhere mirthless laughter hid Sin's writhing heart.
The lamps shone round me; o'er me shone the moon:
And earth and heaven seem'd very wide apart.
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