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Bring Out The BransonThe Prime Minister looked out a black limousine's windowon a land beginning to show the effects of the worst depression since the war graffiti everywhere, anti-government spray can sentiments, the streets full of litter she sighed for her England, she cried for her England of village fetes, corner shops and touched forelock only one man could her now only one could lead us into a new Jerusalem that man
Branson the ferry's going down
Branson - Aids is running rife
Beware of the man who smiles
Branson - the inner city's a mess
Is it a bird?
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