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

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

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

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

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

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

Karl Marx his carbuncles
while writing Das
And Gaugin, he off, man,
and all tropical
While Larkin stuck it out
in a in Hull
And Dylan Thomas died in
St. Vincent's

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

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

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

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

I be your slave
I will you grapes
Up on your
With your ivory and
With your of ideas
With alchemy
O on
Send that on down to me

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

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