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The wintergreen, the juniper, the cornflower and the
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 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 penned his poetry with the pox
wrote 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 alive when he wrote Chinese

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

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

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

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

I will kneel at your feet, I lie at your door
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, me ever-lasting life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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