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Somewhere near central london
I imagine not so far from trafalgar square
And the lions
There lives an older gentleman
Who teas with bbc and britain's ghost
His lady companion by his side.
Oh yes, i see him now.

And cross the deep blue sea
I cannot smell
Inside a symphony
The "pastorale".

So besides the black rats swimming
I watch the english evening skies
Reflect my heart
As i walk behind him,
Looking for what's been lost
Like looking over all the trees
Of hampstead heath
Now before us in the twilight.
No, i can't bear it now.

And cross the deep blue sea
I cannot smell
Inside a symphony
The "pastorale".

A jacket and hat...the only trace...
Two gold rings...
But never fades.

A jacket and hat...the only trace
Two gold rings...
But never fades...
A face....