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The wintergreen, the juniper, the and the chicory
All the words you to me still vibrating in the air
The elm, the ash and the linden tree, the dark and deep, sea
The trembling moon and the unfurled
Well she goes, my beautiful world

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

John penned his poetry riddled with the pox
Nabokov on index cards, at a lectern, in his socks
St. John of the Cross did his stuff imprisoned in a box
And Johnny Thunders was half when he wrote Chinese Rocks

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

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

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

Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles while Das Kapital
And Gauguin, he buggered off, man, and went all
While Larking stuck it out in a library in Hull
And Dylan died drunk in St. Vincent's hospital

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

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

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

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

I be your slave, I will peel you grapes
Up on pedestal with your ivory and apes
With your of ideas, with your alchemy
O come on send stuff on down to me

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

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

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