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Lyrics What a fool I was, what a dominated fool To think you were the earth and sky What a fool I was, what an addle-pated fool What a muddle-headed dolt was I! No, my reverberating friend - You are not the beginning and the end ... There’ll be spring every year without you England still will be hear without you There’ll be fruit on the tree and a shore by the sea There’ll be crumpets and tea without you Art and music will thrive without you Somehow Keats will survive without you And
