London
The city I dreamt
A child
Learning all about
Her queen
The same Where I live
A man
London
People running fast
Not chased
O'ercrowded with lives
None seen
Chasing Richard Roes
Not found
London
Working all week hard
Less rest
Making all that cash
Saved thin
All time underground
Not sad
London
How grey are your skies
Too much
How caring you are
Minding
How lovely you are
Saves doubts
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