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Penzance
Coordinates: 50°07′08″N 5°32′13″W / 50.119°N 5.537°W / 50.119; -5.537
Penzance (/pɛnˈzæns/; Cornish: Pennsans) is a town, civil parish and port in Cornwall, in England, United Kingdom. It is well known for being the most westerly major town in Cornwall and is approximately 75 miles (121 km) west of Plymouth and 300 miles (480 km) west-southwest of London. Situated in the shelter of Mount's Bay, the town faces south-east onto the English Channel, is bordered to the west by the fishing port of Newlyn, to the north by the civil parish of Madron and to the east by the civil parish of Ludgvan.
The civil parish includes the town of Newlyn and the villages of Mousehole, Paul, Gulval and Heamoor.
Granted various royal charters from 1512 onwards and incorporated in 1614, it has a population of 21,200 (2011 census).
Etymology
Penzance has the same name with the same etymology as a homonymic village of Léon (Brittany), on the other side of the Channel, Penzé, pronounced Penzes in Breton. It refers to a word meaning in old Breton, essentially the same language as old Cornish, wrecking.
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by Patrick Wolf
Penzance
by: Patrick WolfIn a time of loneliness
I fell into your strong open arms
And in those arms you loved me well
You hid me in your calm
And in that calm we headed south
Knowing nothing of my demons
There were devils in the winds that night
Walking fire among the hills
And many voices called me out to the cliffs
But you held me safe, you wrestled me still
Wiping the black blood from my mouth
Speeding into nowhere
It starts in Penzance, where the winds are born
And follows the track of this train
And just like this love coming back for you
It will come back for me again
"What a beautiful town", I shouted out
Oh, but what a terrifying view
You know I wrestled with my bruised hours
Just to lie there next to you
Deep in the dark heart of the south
Speeding into nowhere
My love, come stop me
I am haunted and possessed
And with my darkest hour yet to come
It's only you, only you can stop me
Come back to Penzance, where the winds are born
Just follow the tracks of this trains
And just like this love calling out for you
It is calling me out again
So come, stop me
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