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You partied hard when you could Gold mini skirt and heels But underneath the glamour Were guts and nerves of steel Home was fun and jolly japes A lively social whirl But work was war zones, scary scrapes For our brave reporter girl You found yourself in Libya Met the mad dog's stare He liked you, it was a feather in your cap You made your name out there Sri Lanka's where you lost an eye To shrapnel flying in the dark They thought you were a Tamil Tiger Hiding in the grass Back home someone told you off for smoking Quick came your reply Don't concern yourself, I promise you That's not how I'll die In Chechnya you made it out Escaping with your life As mortars fell you legged it Eight days over mountain snow and ice East Timor was your finest hour Fifteen hundred people protected by too few You refused to leave, they were saved That was down to you Luck ran out in Syria You feared another massacre, tried to warn the world So the shells once more homed in on you And killed our brave reporter girl
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Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 6:26 PM UTC
Marie
You partied hard when you could Gold mini skirt and heels But underneath the glamour Were guts and nerves of steel Home was fun and jolly japes A lively social whirl But work was war zones, scary scrapes For our brave reporter girl You found yourself in Libya Met the mad dog's stare He liked you, it was a feather in your cap You made your name out there Sri Lanka's where you lost an eye To shrapnel flying in the dark They thought you were a Tamil Tiger Hiding in the grass Back home someone told you off for smoking Quick came your reply Don't concern yourself, I promise you That's not how I'll die In Chechnya you made it out Escaping with your life As mortars fell you legged it Eight days over mountain snow and ice East Timor was your finest hour Fifteen hundred people protected by too few You refused to leave, they were saved That was down to you Luck ran out in Syria You feared another massacre, tried to warn the world So the shells once more homed in on you And killed our brave reporter girl
Sunday Times war correspondent Marie Colvin, an American, was recently killed in Homs, Syria.
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Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 6:26 PM UTC
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