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England my England
by Ian Parker

Twilight and thistledown
fill the air
old England's nearly done
an epoch is at ending
a climax has begun
there's no use
trying to turn the clocks back
the way it used to be
your history will lead the way
so clear for all to see

Honeydew the morning light
is reaching out for you
while through the morning
blades of grass a ship comes
sailing through

Swift as an eagle sly as a fox
your darkness veils the light
with soaring talons sharpened eyes
they all must stand and fight
the cloak of death the wicked one
while standing side by side
both mutilate the virgin ...
in screams of anguish she died

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