When I reach
This wonderful beach
Life moves on
With joyous abandon
Warm seawater
Gentle bywater
Young and old
Vetch's treasures behold
So Dr Sutcliffe, please!
The public appease
By putting aside
All pomp and diatribe
And don't let paradise
Be destroyed in an orgy of avarice!
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