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In Street I lay down to sleep,
In the journalists' bar.
And in my a vision I dreamed
From

In celestial mists of light,
An angel that blinds eye.
vision I knew knew no wrong:
Right.

He took my and showed me
I'd never dreamed.
The blinding me was lifted,
And truth shone, a beaming.

The said softly to me,
"The people are too free.
And if you want to the tea,
me.

"Peregrine, it's grim.
The economy is to pieces.
It seems hopeless.

"Stand by the friendly
In with free
Broadcast for order and law.
Yet all be well, all shall be well."

The Holy bid me bold:
"For wisdom weighed out of old
Could win if it was spread men
again."

The vision me then.
And I cold and distant.
I my mission.