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Duty Done |
by Danny Holmes |
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The days have grown so long Roses raise their golden bloom The primrose bows its head To the forget-me-not of June She rides an open carriage ’Round the Royal Park at Windsor But she thinks herself Still in the darkness of December She wears her poor sad cap Her face a ghostly white Hot water, a clean towel And his clothes laid out each night Beside an empty pillow His nightshirt in her arms She craves those sacred hours When she felt so safe from harm Chorus: Duty done, duty done Her life is ended For her, the world is gone Duty done, duty done But for this unhappy isle She knows she must live on She’d not raise a finger She wouldn’t make a move To put on a gown or bonnet If she thought he’d disapprove The crowds weep with affection He’d have been so proud But she knows there’s no-one To call Victoria now Chorus His views her only law She’ll carry out his plans She will listen only To her Angel’s sweet commands She lives on with him She feels it in her heart Only for a time Only outwardly apart |
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