Please give my body to the night
It never ceased to serve me right
But though it tries with all its might
It cannot save me from my plight
Please give heart and mind to the moon
She’ll learn that they are damaged soon
She’ll see they march to their own tune
All they touch is not gold but ruin
My soul remains and it is still
Saving its strength for the hill
And in the numb I feel the chill
I am alive and I can feel
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Ex Chancellor Jeremy Hunt visits LSE, talks Ukraine, NHS and Tories’ Future
Ryan covers Jeremy Hunt’s visit to LSE, at a Conservative Society event.
