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GI was a stranger iAm7n the city;
Out ofG7 town were the pAm7eople I knD9ew.
GI had that feeling oF#7f self-pity
WhaBmt to do? WhaBm7t to do? What to doE7?
TheAm7 outlook wasCdim decidedG9ly blue;
G6But as BmI walked through the fAm7oggy stE9reets alone,
FdimIt turBmned out to Fdimbe the luAm7ckiest daD7y I've knoGwn. Am7 G
Melody:
D7A foGggy day Am7 in LondonD9 town Cdim
GHad me Gm7low A7had mA7e doD9wn.
I viewed the moG9rning with alarm;
The British muE9seum haA6d lost its cD9harm.
D7How lGong, I wondered, Am7could this tD9hing last?
CdimBut the aGge of Gm7miracles hadn'tA7 passedD9,
For Dm7suddenlG7y I saC9w you tA7here
EmAnd through fGoggy LC6ondon town
The C6 sunEm7 was shiA9ninAm7g evD7'rywheGre. D7 G7 C7 D7
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