(Lyrics by William Blake)

Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field
Let him look up into the heavens and laugh in the bnght air
Let the inchained soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing
Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary Years
Rose and look out
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Let The Slave (Incorporating: The Price Of Experience) Lyrics