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Exclusive Clive James poem: Choral Service from Westminster Abbey

"And now all knew, and nothing was more sure—A light could die just from the way it shone."

By Clive James   August 2015

The Abbey choir sings “I Know Not the Hour” And once again we all sit silent where She, only, was not sighing for the waste Of youth, health, beauty and the savoir faire That might have saved her own soul later on Had there not been the panic-stricken haste, The concrete tunnel and the car’s crushed…

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