| For three days I fought my way along roads packed with refugees, the homeless,
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| burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables. |
| All that was a value to me was in London, by the time i reached their little red-brick house,
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| Carrie and her father were gone.
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| The summer sun is fading
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| As the year grows old
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| And darker days are drawing near.
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| The winter winds will be much colder
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| Now you’re not here.
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| I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
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| And one by one they disappear.
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| I wish that I was flying with them
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| Now you’re not here.
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| 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 autumns golden gown we used to kick our way
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| You always loved this time of year.
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| Those fallen leaves lay undisturbed now
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| Cause you’re not here.
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| Cause you’re not here.
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| 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
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| eastward for the ocean and my only hope for survival — a boat out of England.
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| Like the sun through the trees you came to love me.
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| Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away.
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| A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes.
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| As if to hide a lonely tear.
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| My life will be forever autumn
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| Cause you’re not here.
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| Cause you’re not here.
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| Cause you’re not here.
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| As I hastened through Covent Garden, Blackfriars and Billingsgate,
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| more and more people joined the painful exodus. |
| Sad, weary women,
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| their children stumbling and streaked with tears, their men bitter and angry,
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| the rich rubbing shoulders with beggars and outcasts. |
| Dogs snarled and whined,
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| the horses' bits were covered with foam… and here and there were wounded
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| soldiers, as helpless as the rest.
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| We saw tripods wading up the Thames, cutting through bridges as though they
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| were paper — Waterloo Bridge, Westminster Bridge… One appeared above Big Ben.
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| ULLA!
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| Never before in the history of the world had such a mass of human beings moved
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| and suffered together. |
| This was no disciplined march — it was a stampede —
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| without order and without a goal, six million people unarmed and unprovisioned,
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| driving headlong. |
| It was the beginning of the rout of civilization,
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| of the massacre of mankind. |
| A vast crowd buffeted me towards the already
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| packed steamer. |
| I looked up enviously at those safely on board — straight into
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| the eyes of my beloved Carrie! |
| At sight of me she began to fight her way along
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| the packed deck to the gangplank. |
| At that very moment it was raised,
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| and I caught a last glimpse of her despairing face as the crowd swept me away
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| from her.
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| 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
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| You always loved this time of year
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| Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
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| Cause you’re not here
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| Cause you’re not here
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| Cause you’re not here
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| ULLA!
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| The steamer began to move slowly away — but on the landward horizon
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| appeared the silhouette of a Fighting Machine. |
| Another came, and another,
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| striding over
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| hills and trees, plunging far out to sea and blocking the exit of the steamer.
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| Between
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| them lay the silent, grey Ironclad 'Thunder Child'. |
| Slowly it moved towards
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| shore; |
| then,
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| with a deafening roar and whoosh of spray, it swung about and drove at full
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| speed
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| towards the waiting Martians. |