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As he gently pressed his lips against her photograph
His one last hope; to see her once again
A tear ran down his cheek as he spoke her name…
Penny Laine

He sits there with the roof down on his motor car
And cursed the rock on which she tripped and fell
The lifeboats; they had searched the sea in pouring rain…
Never seen again

Penny Laine had disappeared before his eyes
Lost beneath the waves ‘neath cloudy skies
He held his turmoil in… but

The sands have dithered too long in his hourglass
Time to join his love’s eternal soul
Handbrake off, toward the cliff he starts to roll
One last goal

Penny Laine had disappeared before his eyes
He prays that she will greet him when he dies
They’ll walk the skies as one… but

That hated rock is one of many round about
One becomes a wedge under a wheel
At the cliff edge, strong hands quickly pull him out
Made him squeal

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He’s a barber and his doctor is a customer
Who told him something purely happenstance
There’s a lady in a ward in France; she has little chance…
… Hello France

Medics told him she would wake up only now and then
And when she did she didn’t know her name
It’s likely to remain the same, even though he came
Such a shame

Well he took her hand and placed in it the photograph
And whispered, “Darling, we’ll be one again.”
She sat up straight and she proclaimed, “I know my name!
It’s Penny Laine.”

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