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London,
hast thou accused me Of breach of laws,
the root of strife? Within whose breast
did boil to see, So fervent hot, thy
dissolute life, That even the hate
of sins that grow Within thy wicked
walls so rife, For to break forth
did convert so That terror could
it not repress.
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