London City,
Light and pretty
One, nine, sixty-two
A woman we’d all later know,
Was born,
Dreaming black and blue
Her smile, it would curse her world,
Of laughter, love, fear and grief
To know her story,
First we must rewind
The madness that lies within belief…
Michelle, she was a lovely girl,
Grew with a gorgeous heart
Her eyes, they sparked a sunlight blue,
Strategised in the starlight...
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