H ow gloomy the sky looks this morning
A little fall of rain dusts the pavement outside my window
L ondon, why are you always so wet?
L ove affair with your busy, bustling pace
O I will be sad to leave you
W hen my time here is over
E ven though you are filled with tourists,
E uropeans, and public transport
N othing could make me love you less
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