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London
Cafes and clothes
Whirlwind of smells
And no one knows
How English spells
Chips and books
City never sleeps
Attractive looks
And girlish hips
No brush can draw
The scene I saw
On streets of London
And I’ll never forget
What the fog said:
‘Continue to walk on’
In people’s rap
Welsh wind I feel
Go step by step
East Notting Hill
Some wait for love
Some reach to fame
Become too rough
Yet so the same
No brush can draw
The scene I saw
On streets of London
And I’ll never forget
What the fog said:
‘Continue to walk on’
Little Chinese girl
Gently took my hand
Recognized my soul
She can understand
Showed secret dance
How to free myself
Just one big chance
On the corner shelf
No brush can draw
The scene I saw
On streets of London
And I’ll never forget
What the fog said:
‘Continue to walk on’
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