London to Oxford, by predestination.

The tale of Dick Whittington whispering in ears;
Fairytales and magic lights banishing fears.
The promise, the lure, The London, so fun;
The things I would do before being outdone.
Then one night, the wind came in from the west
And carried me yonder to a city more blessed:
To Oxford.
City of cities, of meadows and Squires
To a woman, a child and all my desires.


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