| Hint | Answer | % Correct |
|---|---|---|
| SPACE | 1 | 0%
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| SPACE | 1 | 0%
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| SPACE | 1 | 0%
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| and blights with plagues the marriage hearse. | 0%
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| And how the hapless soldier's sigh | 0%
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| And mark in every face I meet | 0%
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| Blast's the new-born infant's tear, | 0%
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| But most through midnight streets I hear | 0%
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| Every black'ning church appalls, | 0%
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| How the chimney sweeper's cry | 0%
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| How the youthful harlot's curse | 0%
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| In every cry of every man, | 0%
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| In every infant's cry of fear, | 0%
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| In every voice, in every ban, | 0%
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| I wander through each chartered street, | 0%
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| Marks of weakness, marks of woe. | 0%
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| Near where the chartered Thames does flow, | 0%
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| Runs in blood down palace walls. | 0%
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| The mind-forged manacles I hear: | 0%
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