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London Bridge
London Bridge of my dreams,
when shall I see thee not dreamt,
thou are indeed thy country realm.
thousands feet talketh of thy Glint in all street,
but in my Grayest hair I longest to see thy spring.

Glittered Plank, of my Grandfather's
who will take me to see thy heavenly paradise on Gray?
I heard thy escatic groans of waves in all air.
my fading eyes seeks to see you before my corpses
but I found none to take me even to thy dot.

Pearling Paradise of London
who madest thou?
Every glimmer of you is wow.
but my dreams still incomes.
unto dust I cometh and to dust I return not seen thy crumb.
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someone should make my dreams real