"My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart
Under my feet. After the event
He wept. He promised 'a new start.'
I made no comment. What should I resent?"
Under my feet. After the event
He wept. He promised 'a new start.'
I made no comment. What should I resent?"
300"On Margate Sands.
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.
The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
My people humble people who expect
Nothing."
la la
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.
The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
My people humble people who expect
Nothing."
la la
To Carthage then I came
Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
310O Lord Thou pluckest
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
310O Lord Thou pluckest
burning
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