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- "The Stone Walls of Windsor are
Wailing Tonight",
- The presses are dealing with death as they
write.
- While two little Princes were woken from
bed
- And told that their mother, the Princess
was dead.
- Our star ship's lost steering and its main
guiding light,
- "The Stone Walls of Windsor are
Wailing Tonight".
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- The fairytale Princess with a yearning to
teach,
- With the commoner's touch, not a
"Royal" out of reach.
- And now in a casket her body has come,
- Draped in a flag to a
"rum-a-tum-tum".
- The renegade royal with no need for a
throne,
- For the whole world has given her one of
her own.
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- And slow the gun carriage moves on to St.
Paul's,
- The planets at anchor around its great
walls.
- The Thames threads in silence the sad
hearts of men.
- There's a tear in the eye on the face of
"Big Ben".
- To her slipper of crystal the palace would
ring,
- Through her lyric of love she would teach
it to sing.
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- In death joins immortals like Monroe and
Dean,
- For the commoners crowned her at heart as
their Queen.
- And all the dead Poets and all the dead
Kings
- Who have written of love, and have ruled
worldly things,
- Through all of their empires where suns
never set,
- Will worship a Princess we'll never forget.
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- Now walking behind her are five men in
black,
- Wishing to Christ they could turn the night
back.
- In step and in mourning this vice regal
wing,
- A Duke and two Princes, a brother, a King?
- And on through old London, the horses'
hooves carry,
- As a billion arms ache to hold William and
Harry.
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- "The Stone Walls of Windsor are
Wailing Tonight",
- Our Princess Diana has left in the night.
- The candlelight's fading on Elton's sad
song,
- Her beauty surrounds us ... can't believe
that she's gone.
- But she's left us clear searchlights in
twin vaulted joys,
- The flash of her eyes ... in her two little
boys.
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© Robert Raftery, PictureWriter |
