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There is a Green in London TownThat you should make your very own
Nothing, nothing can prepare yeFor verses rhyming for your eye.
As far away as Harrow Weald,Still form to substance yet may yield.
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There is a Green in London Town
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Nothing, nothing can prepare ye
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As far away as Harrow Weald,
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