Cilla
Goose pimples to our flesh you did bring,
When you got up on stage and started to sing.
Glamorous,elegant and classy,
Proud to be a Liverpool lassie.
Time goes by so fast,
Our memories of you are vast.
The cloakroom girl who became our lifelong friend,
You were our world,sad to see it come to an end.
"Anyone who had a heart,"I hear the angels hum,
...Sunday 9th August 2015 1:18 pm
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