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In Fleet I lay down to sleep,
In the journalists' bar.
And in my a vision I dreamed
afar:

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

He took my and showed me
Things I'd 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, looking grim.
The economy is to pieces.
It quite hopeless.

"Stand by the friendly
In exchange free
Broadcast for order and law.
Yet all shall be well, all 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 awoke and distant.
I my mission.