Beneath the flags of old Britannia,
The tables wait in sunlit air;
And voices rise, then drift away,
Like passing footsteps through the day.
Two friends sit close, their stories shared,
While strangers wander, unprepared;
And in this little corner bright,
Old England lingers, out of sight.
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