She wore my favourite dress today
and although words cannot convey
this memory of her will always stay
of the final place where she lay.

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The pendulum stopped and time stood still.
This moment forever would leave a chill
as I let her hand go and looked up instead
when the Enola Gay flew overhead.

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The blues wipe away their silly grin
with the revelation of guilt and sin
because those who deny can never win.
The saints will not be marching in!

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The claustrophobia of this place.
The bittersweet kiss and last embrace
to soon disappear without a trace
when Eva Bruan saw his face.

--

Two passengers wait for the end of the line
but the chauffeur keeps driving and can only pine
for a couple who listen to the whippoorwill cry
as Hank's weary head rests on Lady Di.

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