What a task, in such a short space of time
To expound on the past 50 years, and in rhyme
But if they can have worked for the last 50 years
I surely can spill some blood sweat and tears
To capture a fraction of what they’ve achieved
And explain how the cause of tonight was conceived
She was nothing more [...]

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She was eleven, he was twelve
If into their shared past we delve
When first under one roof they were found
Passing ships in the playground
A slight girl with plaited hair
She never seemed to have a care
But surely she’d have been quite coy
If she’d met a taller, older boy?
Apparently not, though it’s hard to say when
Francesca first noticed [...]

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