| Come walk the streets of crime
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| And color bright the corners
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| Of love with the earth
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| See the dazzling nightlife grow
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| Beyond the dawn and burning
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| In the heart of Soho
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| Hear the market cries
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| And see their wares displayed
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| Through the window of your soul
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| Come watch the naked dance
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| That spins before your very eyes
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| Naked like the sun
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| Step inside where men before
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| Have drunk to fill to senseless
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| Till the dreams fade and die
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| And free and easy
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| Does the blood red wine come flowing
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| From the glass to your veins
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| And the midday dream is silent
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| Thou gardens where you’re resting
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| From the troubles of your mind
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| And though the sun is burning brightly
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| All within the gardens
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| Are the sleeping oris dead?
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| And through the afternoon
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| The buzzing bees do harmonize
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| Through the rushing sale daylight |