| The Last Living Rose |
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| Goddamn' Europeans! |
| Take me back to beautiful England |
| & the grey, damp filthiness of ages, |
| fog rolling down behind the mountains, |
| & on the graveyards, and dead sea-captains. |
| Let me walk through the stinking alleys |
| to the music of drunken beatings, |
| past the Thames River, glistening like gold |
| hastily sold for nothing. |
| Let me watch night fall on the river, |
| the moon rise up and turn to silver, |
| the sky move, |
| the ocean shimmer, |
| the hedge shake, |
| the last living rose quiver. |
