Goddamn' Europeans!
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Take me back to beautiful England
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& the grey, damp filthiness of ages,
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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.
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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,
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the ocean shimmer,
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the hedge shake,
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the last living rose quiver.
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The Last Living Rose
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| P.J. Harvey |
