I was a stranger in the city Out of town were the people I knew I had that feeling of self-pity What to do, what to do, what to do The outlook was decidedly blue But as I walked through the foggy streets alone It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known A foggy day, in London town Had me low, had me down I viewed the morning, with much alarm British Museum, had lost its charm How long I wondered, Could this thing last But the age of miracles, hadn't past
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