| Lord Salisbury said to me
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| «Though we spend our lives in isolation
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| Girdled 'round by the Emerald Sea
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| No fear shall we know»
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| Look away, look away, look away
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| To the lamp-lit square
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| At the ebb of May
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| Look away, look away, look away
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| For our survival
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| Lord Salisbury takes his time
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| The government sits in contemplation
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| All is ordered and in its prime
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| No fear shall we know
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| Look away, look away, look away
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| To the fog-bound ship in the icy bay
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| Look away, look away, look away
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| For our survival
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| On the mantelpiece is a silver clock
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| And it counts the hours and they won’t turn back
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| The evening set and the room forgets
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| The day that went before
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| And through my window
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| Iron wheels on a cobbled mews
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| You will know changes soon
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| Lord Salisbury reads the news
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| And puts the paper on the table
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| Many paths will be ours to choose
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| No fear shall we know
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| Look away, look away, look away
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| To the fleets of steel and the waves of grey
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| Look away, look away, look away
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| For our survival
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| The Queen is old but she lingers still
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| Like the fading ring of a distant bell
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| And Oscar Wilde in his prison cell
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| Laments a brighter day
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| And in some window a red flag flies
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| In a meeting room
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| You will know changes soon
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| Lord Salisbury said to me
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| «Though we spend our lives in isolation
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| Girdled 'round by the Emerald Sea
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| No fear shall we know»
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| Look away, look away, look away
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| To the lonesome cry of the modern day
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| Look away, look away, look away
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| For our survival |