The girl in blue
stood, in a foggy haze
Not realising she’d wandered,
On to a railway.
stood, in a foggy haze
Not realising she’d wandered,
On to a railway.
Christmas Eve,
Nineteen thirty three,
Would be the last one.
She’d ever see.
Nineteen thirty three,
Would be the last one.
She’d ever see.
The night time closed in,
And the fog, thickened,
She knew not,
Where she was,
And her heartbeat, quickened.
And the fog, thickened,
She knew not,
Where she was,
And her heartbeat, quickened.
Reaching out a hand,
To the icy air
A thunderous roar,
Said shouldn’t be there.
To the icy air
A thunderous roar,
Said shouldn’t be there.
She tried to move,
But frozen with fright,
The last thing she saw,
Was the brightest light...
But frozen with fright,
The last thing she saw,
Was the brightest light...
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