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Climb the loft to the attic
Draw the chintz curtains down
Time for one more love song
The coolness of the fabric
It beauty lost when I let you go
It fades like English magic
But you have left and gone
The tune is said and done
No point in looking back
You had wept enough
And you have had enough
Whims of English magic
The mirrors are still standing
In the halls where you left your bags
And asked to come collect them
The photos still remind us
Of those sunny times forgotten now
Collecting dust where we left them
And you have left and gone
The tune is left unsung
Funny, yet, so tragic
But you had wept enough
And you've read all the books
I have on English magic
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