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Connon[OP]
17.12.2019 00:51
LinkAnd will she be soaring over the sea,
With the wind in her sails and a knife in her teeth?
At the helm of a ship, on its way to a distant shore,
Bermuda or Thailand, an uncharted island,
Sandy, we're all getting older
What will they do with us,
When they are through with us?
Sandy, what are we sailing for?
Christmas morning, 1993,
Presents waiting underneath the tree
There's a box for me, a box for me
No gift for poor old Sandy to be seen
We found Sandy sobbing quietly
Uncle Gerald said he liked Christine
Mrs Bulgar said she had to leave
Three days later, she was gone,
The day she turned thirteen