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Jerusalem (Glade remix)
trad. William Blake

And did those feet in ancient times
Dance upon England's mountains green?
And were the holy Spores of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?


And did the Goddesses Divine
Shine forth within our golden clouds?
And was Jerusalem seeded here
In fertile glades and forests proud?


Bring me my Frock of fluoro-pink:
Bring me my horn
èd moonbow beams:
Bring me my Friends: Buy me a drink!
Bring me my Bicycle of Dreams:


I will not cease from Mental Flight,
Nor shall my Pipe rest in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and schmangled Land.



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