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The wintergreen, the
The and the chicory
All the you said to me
Still in the air
The elm, the ash and the linden
The dark and deep, sea
The trembling moon and the unfurled
she goes, my beautiful world

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

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

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

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

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

Karl Marx his carbuncles
while writing Das
And Gaugin, he off, man,
and all tropical
While Larkin stuck it out
in a library in
And Dylan died drunk in
St. hospital

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

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

There she goes, my beautiful
There she goes, my beautiful
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, don't 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 peel you
Up on pedestal
your ivory and apes
With book of ideas
With alchemy
O on
Send that on down to me

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

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