Melanie huddles alone in her flat, and begins to sing:
Melanie's Song
The usual junk-mail hits the mat. A dullness echoes round the flat. I'm alone and that is that On a normal day.
There's things to do and bills to pay But nothing will occur today And there is nothing much to say On a normal day.
A rifle makes a man complete. The soldier weighs it in his hand. He damns the desert, damns the heat And stares across the empty sand So far away.
And so I switch on the TV And prosy voices bring to me The dirtiness of History On a normal day.
George Simmers
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