Seas of blue and cliffs of gray, we set sail,
Aboard the ships to England, where tales unveil.
Where in Canterbury's streets of old we roam,
London's glory and where Folkestone's shores foam. 

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Canterbury, with its sagas and quests of old,
A million whispered secrets, history untold.
We tread excited on cobbled ways,
To the cathedral, where Becket lays.

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In London's hearth, the towers reach,
Whispering history as clouds paint the sky.
The centuries merge with a beat that never halts,
Bustling with life, the cosmopolitan waltz.

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Then Folkestone, with cliffs so grand,
Where the azure waves gently kiss the sand,
Overlooking the channel, nature weaves her spell,
Where science lingers and songbirds dwell.

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A ferry ride, this journey's end,
A happy ending, all content
So let the waves carry me home,
And let hearts and dreams eternally roam.