Like a candle in the wind, Princess Di flickered into our lives when she interrupted a game of 'croassy-in' and visited the steam railway in Grangepans.
As she met the Boys of Old Bo'ness, shook hands and gave them the 'Glad eye', little did she know that only a few years later her life would be at an end, covered in Dodi in a Parisian underpass.
Her memory lives on, and she will always be our Queen of Hearts even tho' one of her sons is a Nazi.
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