Goddamn Europeans, take me back to beautiful England
And the gray damp filthiness of ages and battered books
And fog rolling down behind the mountains
On the graveyards and dead sea captains
Let me walk through the stinking alleys
To the music of drunken beatings past the Thames river
Glistening like gold hastily sold for nothing, nothing
Let me watch nightfall on the river
The moon rise up and turn to silver
The sky move, the ocean shimmer
The hedge shake, the last living rose quiver

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