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I am not in Kansas, where I am I don’t know where

I’ve always hated the Shard but there’s a spot on the north bank (I had somehow never discovered previously) which provides the most spectacular view of it. I’m not sure how this song fits but I felt the most profound sense of peace, sitting in the sun and listening to it for the first time after a long walk through east London. 

I am not in Kansas
Where I am, I don't know where
Take me for a walk and blame this
On the water dripping off the spear
I was entirely unfrightened
Dozing off and eternally unalone
The flowers cover over everything
They cover over everything
The flowers cover over everything