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The wintergreen, the
The and the chicory
All the words you to me
vibrating in the air
The elm, the ash and the tree
The dark and deep, sea
The trembling and the stars unfurled
There she goes, my world

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

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

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

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

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

Marx squeezed his carbuncles
while Das Kapital
And Gaugin, he off, man,
and went all
While Larkin stuck it out
in a in Hull
And Dylan Thomas died in
St. hospital

I kneel at your feet
I will lie at your
I will rock you to
I will on the floor
And ask for nothing
Nothing in this
ask for nothing
Give me ever-lasting

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 world
There she goes, my beautiful
There she goes, my 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 know it
you weren't much of a muse,
but then I weren't much of a

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

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

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