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For
three days I fought my way along roads packed with refugees, the homeless,
burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables. All that was
of value to me was in London. By the time I reached their little red brick
house, Carrie and her father were gone.
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Forever AutumnJournalist |
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I
watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky And one by one they disappear, I wish that I was flying with them Now you're not here. Like the sun through the trees you came to love me, Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away... |
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Through
autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way, You always loved this time of year Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now Cause you're not here Cause you're not here Cause you're not here
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Fire
suddenly leapt from house to house. The population panicked and ran, and I
was swept along with them, aimless and lost without Carrie. Finally, I
headed eastward for the ocean and my only hope of survival: a boat out of
England.
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Journalist Like the sun through the trees you came to love me, Like a leaf on the breeze you blew away... |
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A
gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes As if to hide a lonely tear My life will be forever autumn, Cause you're not here Cause you're not here Cause you're not here
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As I hastened through Covent Garden, Blackfriars and Billingsgate, more and more people joined the painful exodus. Sad, weary women, their children stumbling in the street with tears, their men bitter and angry, the rich rubbing shoulders with beggars and outcasts. Dogs snarled and whined, the horse's bits were covered with foam, and here and there were wounded soldiers, as helpless as the rest.
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Never
before in the history of the world, had such a mass of human beings moved
and suffered together. This was no disciplined march, it was a stampede,
without order and without a goal, six million people unarmed and
unprovisioned driving headlong. It was the beginning of the rout of
civilization, of the massacre of mankind.
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Through
autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way |
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Forward to : | Thunderchild | ||
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