Through the bold accents
Of Notting hill
I know a place
So much, so well
Where people rejoice
Where people sing
Where the pubs are overflowing
With drinks i've never seen
Through thick blood
Through thin waters
You are the merry people
Of these quarters
I've seen you once
I’ve seen you twice
You are the ones
That makes the most of this life…
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