A Tropical Heatwave in London
The air so hot this summer day
Sleep comes poorly in the night
It is now our own inflicted blight
Changing climate comes this way
Baked in a kiln, our human clay
A fragile pot, in fires so bright
The air so hot this summer day
Sleep comes poorly in the night
The wrath of gods is now to stay
Our poor lands all dry in sight
We are cursèd with this blight
A cooler breeze, I pray, I pray
The air so hot this summer day
The air so hot this summer day
Sleep comes poorly in the night
It is now our own inflicted blight
Changing climate comes this way
Baked in a kiln, our human clay
A fragile pot, in fires so bright
The air so hot this summer day
Sleep comes poorly in the night
The wrath of gods is now to stay
Our poor lands all dry in sight
We are cursèd with this blight
A cooler breeze, I pray, I pray
The air so hot this summer day
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