London
Sundark on darker streets
It’s violent times for weary feet
Carjackers and bullet showers
A yellow sign, too many fools in power
But see, I will be gone by morning
My dear friend, I lost a fight
Forget me
I wash my hands in your grey slowing night
Coming down from darkened heights
I taste the Thames with my cycle lights
By Saint Paul’s, by Big Ben
By god’s name, I repent
But see, I will be gone by morning
My dear London, goodnight
Forget me
I wash myself in your grey river light
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