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The wintergreen, the juniper, the cornflower and the
All the words you said to me vibrating in the air
The elm, the ash and the tree, the dark and deep, enchanted sea
The trembling and the stars unfurled
Well there she goes, my world

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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