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Suburban streets soaked with rain Self-same journey once again Along the backs of terraced homes Council schemes, steeples, domes This London rush. What's it for? Another day just like before Nothing like you likely planned Then there is the tiny hand That reaches up to hold on you Too young to question what we do If it's madness. If it's sane Life gone on commuter trains For her it's simple, not a muddle She does not step around the puddle That can and does reflect her face That in its turn reflects your grace Suburban streets soaked with rain Self-same journey once again.
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
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Suburban streets soaked with rain Self-same journey once again Along the backs of terraced homes Council schemes, steeples, domes This London rush. What's it for? Another day just like before Nothing like you likely planned Then there is the tiny hand That reaches up to hold on you Too young to question what we do If it's madness. If it's sane Life gone on commuter trains For her it's simple, not a muddle She does not step around the puddle That can and does reflect her face That in its turn reflects your grace Suburban streets soaked with rain Self-same journey once again.
david-bremner
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
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