Abbey of England
Built on bones of kings and poets
How dreary your gate looks today
But I fell for you, Westminster.
Your tower shinning pristine
in a light afternoon rain
There's something quietly mysterious about you
on a foggy London day.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
Abbey of England
Built on bones of kings and poets
How dreary your gate looks today
But I fell for you, Westminster.
Your tower shinning pristine
in a light afternoon rain
There's something quietly mysterious about you
on a foggy London day.
