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Goddamn' Europeans!
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Take me back to beautiful England
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& the grey, damp filthiness of ages & battered books &
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Fog rolling down behind the mountains,
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on the graveyards, and dead sea-captains.
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Let me walk through the stinking alleys
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to the music of drunken beatings,
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past the Thames River, glistening like gold
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hastily sold for nothing. Nothing.
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Let me watch night fall on the river,
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the moon rise up and turn to silver,
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the sky move, the ocean shimmer,
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the hedge shake, the last living rose
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quiver.
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