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tune
it all started in london
didn't it all start there?
on cobble stones
in Covnet garden
where people
froze
before they passed there
..and who can understand it?
dear goodness,
-who could grasp it?
it was,
-it was
it was it was it was
it was england that made me
it was in dark london i bloomed
a volit opening for sun
but dust coating me too soon
it was england that made me
i reached up for life
but in the thick of it
the very dirt and smog of it
it was london, that made me,
undone...
i was gentle and frale
but the world around me stale
and who could ever see?
the very light and life that dwelled in me?
it was london i was brought to
and no one really thought to
leave me uncovered in the sun
it was england that made me,
and in it's way london that saved me
from a life live by others
-so many taking that road to go down
one that leads right to the Crown
but it's here in cobble stone streets
drencthed in noise and smog i can be found
here- waiting to be picked up off the ground
by some flower girl- Covent garden- bound
it was england that made me
and in london
i am
found
