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Bedouin of the London Evening
Rosemary Tonks
Ten years in your cafés and your bedrooms
Great city, filled with wind and dust!
Bedouin of the London evening,
On the way to a restaurant my youth was lost.
And like a medium who falls into a trance
So deep, she can be scratched to death
I have lain rotting in a dressing-gown
I have been young too long, and in a dressing-gown
My private modern life has gone to waste.
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