New Address
It’s a beautiful empire
Elms are standing in a row
In their autumnal attire
As if putting on a show
And the road is strewn with leaves
Down the Durham riverside
Where’s the car? Ah, here it is
Couldn’t notice at first sight..
Where we’re going? No idea..
Who’s the driver, I can’t see..
What’s your new address, my dear?
If you somehow hear me..
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