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

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

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

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

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

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

Karl Marx his carbuncles while writing Das Kapital
And Gauguin, he buggered off, man, and went all
Philip 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 will lie at your
I rock you to sleep, I will roll on the floor
And I'll ask for nothing, nothing in this
I'll ask for nothing, give me ever-lasting

I just to move the world
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
There she goes, my beautiful
she goes again

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

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

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

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

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