Petals in the rain
(A poem of Diana to her son s and the world)
The tears, the pain, the hollowness,
now abounds us all.
Our hearts are torn asunder, our days are filled with grief.
How can we apologise? We really must repeat.
What are we to say? What are we to do?
Can this really be the end? Won t she see us through?
Put aside the...
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Petals in the rain (A poem of Diana to her son s and the world) The tears, the pain, the hollowness, now abounds us all. Our hearts are torn asunder, our days are filled with grief. How can we apologise? We really must repeat. What are we to say? What are we to do? Can this really be the end? Won t she see us through? Put aside the anger, wash away the grief, for now we must respect her, her life was much too brief. Our hearts are as one in the sorrowful passing, of this our Queen of Hearts. The homage we now pay is but a pitance as she departs. Our sweet glimmer of hope, has nurtured it all before. In her romantic dream she sees, love as an open door. Will the little children, come and wave farewell? She really would have liked that, knowing her so well. Our lady of the world was bright, her smile deep and pure, Can we kiss you one more time, as we bid adieu? The boys must really know by now, what she meant to us. Take strength, and joy, and happiness, and march on to a last
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From primerobsacra
Goodbye England s rose;
may you ever grow in our hearts
You were the grace that placed itself
where lives were torn apart
You called out to our country,
and you whispered to those in pain.
Now you belong to heaven
and the stars spell out your name.
And it seems to me you lived your life
like a candle in the wind:
never fading with...
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Goodbye England s rose; may you ever grow in our hearts You were the grace that placed itself where lives were torn apart You called out to our country, and you whispered to those in pain. Now you belong to heaven and the stars spell out your name. And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind: never fading with the sunset when the rain set in. And your footsteps will always fall here, along England s greenest hills; your candle s burned out long before your legend ever will. Loveliness we ve lost; these empty days without your smile. This torch we ll always carry for our nation s golden child. And even though we try the truth brings us to tears; all our words cannot express the joy you brought us through the years. Goodbye England s rose, from a country lost without your soul, who ll miss the wings of your compassion more than you will
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