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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 tree, the dark and deep, enchanted sea
The trembling moon and the stars
Well she goes, my beautiful world

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

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

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 just 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 stuff on down to me

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

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

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

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

There she goes, my world
she goes, my beautiful 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 look at you and you at me and deep in our hearts know it
That you much of a muse, but then I weren't much of a poet

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

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 it all around the
here she comes, my beautiful girl

There she goes, my world
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
she goes again