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Then Harrow-on-the-Hill’s a rocky island And Harrow churchyard full of sailor’s graves, And the constant click and kissing of the trolley busses hissing Is the level to the Wealdstone turned to waves.

接着，山上的哈罗岛变成了一个岩石岛，哈罗教堂的墓地里到处都是水手的坟墓，电车不断地发出咔嗒咔嗒的声音，发出咝咝的响声，就像平地上的巨石变成了波涛。

— John Betjeman 贝杰曼