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"Run" he whispers
After he grabs her hand
And from that moment on
She was not bound to the land
To the end and before
They traveled together
Her with her mobile
And him with his leather
Together they faced
Both strangers and demons
But when she fell like a bomb,
She was caught by a seaman.
Now three, they pronounced
Some very long names.
But only one mattered
When they were thrown in the games.
Old enemies came
So he made her depart
But when she returned
She won with the heart.
But the heart was too large
So he took it with a kiss
And though he stood dying
She wouldn't soon miss.
For he had a new face
But was still just as mad
Alive!, in a suit
And some Converse he had.
Back in the blue box,
They saw all types of creatures,
Werewolves, France, satan,
And even some teachers.
But when old enemies returned
She couldn't hold on
Separated by the wall
And now they're both gone.
Four-ever she spends,
Trying to find
The man who she loved
For such a wobbly time
His noble, she reaches
Passes on the grimm word
And when she returns
Both his hearts heard
When two become one
And one become two
Only he knows
Just what to do
Again on the beach
He stands left and right
One says her name
And the other holds her tight.
What stared with a whisper
Ends with one too.
Her name is Rose.
He, the Doctor, but Who?
After he grabs her hand
And from that moment on
She was not bound to the land
To the end and before
They traveled together
Her with her mobile
And him with his leather
Together they faced
Both strangers and demons
But when she fell like a bomb,
She was caught by a seaman.
Now three, they pronounced
Some very long names.
But only one mattered
When they were thrown in the games.
Old enemies came
So he made her depart
But when she returned
She won with the heart.
But the heart was too large
So he took it with a kiss
And though he stood dying
She wouldn't soon miss.
For he had a new face
But was still just as mad
Alive!, in a suit
And some Converse he had.
Back in the blue box,
They saw all types of creatures,
Werewolves, France, satan,
And even some teachers.
But when old enemies returned
She couldn't hold on
Separated by the wall
And now they're both gone.
Four-ever she spends,
Trying to find
The man who she loved
For such a wobbly time
His noble, she reaches
Passes on the grimm word
And when she returns
Both his hearts heard
When two become one
And one become two
Only he knows
Just what to do
Again on the beach
He stands left and right
One says her name
And the other holds her tight.
What stared with a whisper
Ends with one too.
Her name is Rose.
He, the Doctor, but Who?
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Soft eyes deep as pools,
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And their cold, stuffy ways,
Wants to travel, to sightsee
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