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

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

He took my and showed me
Things I'd dreamed.
The veil me was lifted,
And truth shone, a beaming.

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

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

"Stand steadfastly by the
In exchange free
Broadcast calls for and law.
Yet all shall be well, all be well."

The Holy bid me bold:
"For that's weighed out of old
Could win if it was among men
again."

The departed me then.
And I awoke and distant.
I my mission.