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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 stars
Well she goes, my beautiful world

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

Wilmot penned his poetry riddled with the pox
Nabokov on index cards, at a lectern, in his socks
St. of the Cross did his best 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 here, with nothing in my ears
Me, I'm here, for what seems years
I'm just lying on my bed with nothing in my

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

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

Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles while writing Das
And Gauguin, he buggered off, man, and went all
While Philip 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 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 to move

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 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
That you weren't of a muse, but then I weren't much of a poet

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

Send that stuff on to me
Send that stuff on to me
Send that on down to me
Send that stuff on to me
it all around 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

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