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The leaves of brown came falling through the "view",
Berkeley Muse, I first met you,
I staggered through your chilly dining room,
In Berkeley Mews, I first met you.
Your kitchen sink was cluttered up,
So I couldn't shut it up, forlornly.
I brewed another cuppa the dregs
And got o't early in the morning.
I thought you had much better things to do.
In Berkeley Mews, I first met you.
You drowned my conversation with champagne,
th' Berkeley Muse was not listening.
I thought you were an intellect,
But now that I reflect, you left me reading.
You made me drink a toast
And when you finished I was looking at the ceiling.
The floods of tears I've wept thinking of you,
Remind me of that night in Berkeley Mews.
You know that you left me broken- hearted,
Berkeley Muse.
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