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The wintergreen, the
The cornflower and the
All the words you to me
vibrating in the air
The elm, the ash and the linden
The and deep, enchanted sea
The trembling moon and the stars
she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful
There she goes, my world
she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes

Willmot penned his poetry
riddled the pox
wrote on index cards,
at a lectem, in his
St. John of the did his best stuff
in a box
And JohnnyThunders was half
when he wrote Chinese

Well, me, I'm lying here, with in my ears
Me, I'm lying here, nothing in my ears
Me, I'm lying here, for seems years
I'm just on my bed with nothing in my head

Send stuff on down to me
Send stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on to me
Send stuff on down to me

she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my world
There she goes, my beautiful
There she goes

Karl Marx squeezed his
while writing Das
And Gaugin, he off, man,
and went all
While Philip stuck it out
in a in Hull
And Dylan died drunk in
St. Vincent's

I kneel at your feet
I will lie at door
I rock you to sleep
I will roll on the
And I'll ask for
Nothing in this
ask for nothing
Give me life

I just to move the world
I want to move the world
I just want to the world
I want to move

There she goes, my world
There she goes, my world
she goes, my beautiful world
There she again

So if you got a trumpet, get on feet,
brother, and it
If you've got a field, that yield,
get up and hoe it
I look at you and you at me and
deep in our hearts it
you weren't much of a muse,
but then I much of a poet

I will be slave
I will you grapes
Up on pedestal
With your ivory and
With your book of
With your
O on
Send stuff on down to me

Send that on down to me
Send that stuff on to me
Send that on down to me
Send that stuff on to me
Send it all the world
Cause she comes, my beautiful girl

she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful
she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes