Brighton
Sunny pier protrudes into the sea
Cyclists align on the street
An old feeling writes
Few lines of forsaken rites
I stand in the centre of Brighton
Unfolding a new life
But green forests are still
Weighing heavily
Reminding I shall never
Ever forget to fly
To our lovely city
In the east
Sunny pier protrudes into the sea
Cyclists align on the street
An old feeling writes
Few lines of forsaken rites
I stand in the centre of Brighton
Unfolding a new life
But green forests are still
Weighing heavily
Reminding I shall never
Ever forget to fly
To our lovely city
In the east
With mountains so white
Written by JerSki Bjorksen
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