And it seems to me you lived your life
like a candle in the wind:
never fading with the sunset
when the rain set in.
And your footsteps will always fall here,
along England's greenest hills;
your candle's burned out long before
your legend ever will.



[note: I hate feminists only as much as I hate chauvinists (myself, largely, included), so I am not a bigot. As far as I am concerned, Gloria Steinem and Rush Limbaugh can eat a flaming bag of poo, in fact.]

at least we still have...