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Wallace Hartley nodded and the band played on. The lifeboats and collapsibles by then were launched and gone. Futile flares lit up the sky A chill borne of despair. What was the last song that you played ? A waltz? a Hymn? a prayer? The violin I hold in my hand was Wallace's all right. What will be bid for this memento of that remembered night? Some survivors after claimed you played a hymn of praise. The wireless man McBride recalled a mournful waltz was played. You were the gift of Wallace's love A girl who never wed. The last memento of these Lovers who rest now with the dead. Now all Titanic's complement are muted dead and gone. Yet all survivors testified that the band, indeed, played on.
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Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC
Songe de Autumn
Wallace Hartley nodded and the band played on. The lifeboats and collapsibles by then were launched and gone. Futile flares lit up the sky A chill borne of despair. What was the last song that you played ? A waltz? a Hymn? a prayer? The violin I hold in my hand was Wallace's all right. What will be bid for this memento of that remembered night? Some survivors after claimed you played a hymn of praise. The wireless man McBride recalled a mournful waltz was played. You were the gift of Wallace's love A girl who never wed. The last memento of these Lovers who rest now with the dead. Now all Titanic's complement are muted dead and gone. Yet all survivors testified that the band, indeed, played on.
An Auctioneer muses of the violin of Titanic's bandleader, Wallace hartley, as he prepares for the upcoming auction.
john-f-mccullagh
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Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC
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