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Let My Heart Follow London

Let in tiding And as in time To fall away the log Let bright spirits- sit in her And do no disarray Times to street the war In paying men to suffer- Peace upon our goal And Victory then For each path A swollen set of cinders Each in her the grey eyes With hope in wise all hold Days in nights to Japanese To bitter off because- we tasted sweet An arm for our medallions To pay and see And policy, the grind Sad but true of government And what we waited for The document in sea Lines persist, to hold and pier For us to Royal protect The days and nights of her In this rose we keep No mansion but to vector And I, as Ross became To prowess and abide Seeking all cure in all Even if at swerved The dust of holded oath And what our just besure A difficult deterrent- But trust the day Without this random arch And to our Cross Nights ahead are freedom To sit with fire- upon a deck Boards shall to and from Resistance keep Our rally in the boots and just as mad- the ground, our merchant cellar To this be our call To know and when such profit Because of you, this choice I offer And I have hanged a man To blight and hist’ry came And nights to keep our hold Let us tow upon him then And Vict’ry then The Earth shall stop all war And come as not to rise Repugnant rain in umber Collectants rest And was it war in time To see unkept What prison then asunder Tried to band the deep Beknighted field Of Hist’ry War Keeping shallow cards And seven men to Rothesay Within this cowl and Arthur Be depleted then, of deathful globe Places then afar The solemn wind will gale A fragrant, nightly war At three of deep remain To shallow all the tongue And distance as they flew Parts of morgue to flame Our luck to Grande Bretange Owing scarce to be This mind and then No thought of war Our keep was interhere Do no abelusk to rust The verdant men at three- Calling czar to London For in this noise at full Arrest our peer This bruise of peer Away to keep us water And strangling Cross The duty wept And misery unfloor But to mission blow As frighted kin- and madrigal We bed to those afield To gift our neighbour Children new At Essex Knights in favour And indecision fell The ride of shores within To mercy pale And friends may meet At calm, forbidded star And in this flow An errant voice Watch to them below The Justice war and Judge Amaiming histr’l wonder And all of face- allusion then Derided never peace But frail wind Because of her The Washerwoman rise For places taught Alight in me The Earth shall know her star Of Acadie at shore And won a London man.