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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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