Oh, London! London! Our delight. Great flower that opens but at night. Great city in the midnight sun, whose day begins when day is done.
Lamp after lam against the sky, opens a sudden beaming eye. The streets are full of lights and loves, soft gowns, and flutter of soiled doves.
Word of inspiration: the text above from A ballad of London by Richard Le Gallienne
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