As City Mine, Afar, Gently Sleeps
Something in her winding miles,
Attracts us like no other Mother;
Something in her spires that knows,
I don't want to leave her now,
Can't seem to think of how&;#8230;&;#8230;&;#8230;
But, though go I must, my immortal heart does Beat to (L)ondon
(E)vermore&;#8230;..
From Above, with Love,
Geo. H.