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Sunday Mirror from London, London, England • 2

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Sunday Mirrori
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London, London, England
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PAGE 2 SUNDAY MIRROR, September 7, 1997 Diana, The People's Princess Elton's song brings a lump to every throat, a tear to every eye By Colin Wills and Candle In The Wind forward to lay a wreath at the foot of the Princess's coffin. Deborah Sherwood Diana's mother, Frances ShandGoodbye England's rose; Kydd, escorted in by her other was THE Abbey bell began to May you ever grow in our hearts. daughters, Jane and Sarah, both of toll. its note cutting You were the grace that placed itself the service. gave short Mrs readings Shand-Kydd, during whom across the organ music, wearing a huge cartwheel Where lives were torn apart.

hat, stared You called out to our country, rigidly ahead, straining to keep her and a shiver ran through And you whispered to those in pain. composure. the congregation in the Now you belong, to Heaven, Princess Margaret, clearly cold cloisters. And the stars spell out your name. affected, hardly lifted her head and Princess Anne's face seemed puffy No one needed to be told from crying.

what it meant. She was on her And it seems to me you lived your life The drawn, Queen was visibly way. She would be with us Like a candle in the wind: the strain of the past week soon. Once every 60 seconds the Never fading with the sunset showing in the lines on her bell relayed its dreadful When the rain set face. Behind her the Queen message with a sound like a Mother walked with the aid of in.

slowing heartbeat, measuring And your footsteps will always fall here, a stick, Prince Edward at her the miles and the minutes. Along England's greenest hills; left shoulder. Somewhere out there Diana was Your candle's burned out long before They walked through the lines of coming, passing the packed crowds Your legend ever will. the famous who Diana knew as who had gone without sleep to friends and who had come to bid her mourn her and who now could not farewell. Pavarotti, Hillary Clinton, contain their tears.

Passing the huge Loveliness we've lost; Chris De Burgh, George Michael, Sir banks of flowers which drenched the These empty days without your smile. Cliff Richard, Michael Barrymore, stale London air with the scent of Ruby Wax, Esther Rantzen, Clive summer meadows. Passing the James. All there grieving. This torch we'll always carry clusters of heart-shaped balloons For our nation's golden child.

The assembled Royal Family sat and the cards like sad Valentines. And even though we try, facing the coffin, William to the left Closer, ever closer, and the bell The truth brings us to tears; of his father and Harry to the right. tolled on like a sob. All our words cannot express Harry glanced, seemingly for Then a flurry of movement at reassurance, to his right, where the West Door and the moment The joy you brought us through the years. the 97-year-old Queen Mother sat had come.

In crimson tunics, and supported him. Behind, the the pall-bearers carried in Goodbye England's rose, Duchess of York her face overtheir awful burden; her coffin flowing with emotion sat next to wrapped in the Royal From a country lost without your soul, Prince Edward. Standard and topped with Who'll miss the wings of your compassion Dodi's father Mohamed sat at the white lilies, one of her More than you'll ever know. back of the Spencer pews, next to favourite flowers. Raine.

Dodi was not forgotten. Gently she was laid in front of the Before and after the service many altar between four tall gold candles, YOUR SONG: Elton sings the new version of Candle In The Wind came up to his father and gently while around her the of the shook his hand. The chauffeur of statues the car on that fateful drive, dead looked down on a young who stood for all that Henri Paul, was also mentioned in woman was given to applauding pop singers. But gently by the Guardsmen and they never once faltered. The boy and vibrant in human life.

Had outside in the streets and the parks, carried inside. The loneliness of and the man struggled for possession prayers. warm it really come to this? Cold bones, where massive crowds watched the death. The voices of the of William's face. Inside him raged The two thousand mourners rose lifeless flesh, coffin of teak? young to sing the a ceremony on giant TV screens, choristers rose as she was a battle between the dignity hymn, I Vow To Thee My Country, one of Diana's favourites And in the end, amid the ancient there was no such reticence.

taken down the aisle and at that expected of a King in waiting and her wedding day. Diana's A million lumps in a million throats moment you remembered how the raw sorrow of a 15-year-old sung on hymns and prayers that have whose mother has been taken from sister, Lady Sarah McCorquodale, comforted the bereaved for became a million tears in a million young she was. the first reading in a firm voice, of eyes, an awesome him so cruelly. gave generations, it was a pop singer who pairs Behind their mother, keeping concentrating on each word. symbolised the people's farewell to outpouring of mourning and grief for SO close they could have Through the mourners at the side the People's Princess.

Diana, Princess of Wales. where the Spencer family were As the BBC Singers, with the As the words of Half an hour earlier the same touched her, were William seated came two Church officials soprano Lynne Dawson, poignant new and Harry. There was a heartCandle In The Wind echoed around crowds had watched in eerie silence with two wreaths of white roses. began to sing, the Duchess of Westminster Abbey with Elton as the Princess's coffin was borne to breaking intimacy about that One brushed comedian Michael York, eyes downcast, struggled John's plaintive voice and haunting the Abbey on a gun carriage. walk and its slow, even-paced Barrymore.

He took a deep breath to remain composed. The piano, those who had held back the In the heavens, it was as though nearness. and steeled himself. Queen Mother also looked tears for so long could do so no more. someone knew the sky above was Behind them, Prince Charles, As the coffin was borne through away from the coffin to the Among them were the two young as azure blue as her dazzling eyes, Prince Philip and Diana's brother, the Abbey, Mohamed Al Fayed, floor.

motherless Princes, William and the sun shining like her golden hair. Earl Spencer, were close by to Dodi's father, clutched his wife Prince Charles looked truly Harry. In open and heart-rending There was something so lonely support them. But this was a walk Heine's arm for comfort. The Queen miserable.

With the edges of his grief, they wept. about her, being taken ever SO the boys had insisted on doing and and Duke of Edinburgh stepped mouth down-turned, he was lost in "Goodbye England's rose," Elton looked thought. His eyes welled up, he "from a country lost without Reporting Team: Terry O'Hanlon, Chris Hutchins, Doug Kempster, Pictures by: Geoff Garratt, Howard Walker, Andy McCartney, down, away from he looked sang, soul, who'll miss the wings of Matthew Bell, Dennis Rice, Fiona Wingett, Nigel Vincent, Tracy Jim Selby, Peter Marsh, Bill Bonds, Linus Moran, David Poole, the coffin, but then he was your your compassion more than you'll Schaverien, Nick Pisa, Caroline Sutton, Brian Roberts, Brendan Brendan Monks, Peter Wilcock, Michael Fresco, John Shenton, drawn back to the painful sight. know." The great and the good Pittaway, Christian Fraser, Teena Lyons, David Rowe, Karen Rockett, Paul Mealey, Terry Mealey, and Paul Brooks He brushed his eyebrows to ever assembled in the Abbey are not John Kelly, Shiraz Lalani and Millicent Brown Turn to Page 4 The he heartbroken Princes walked behind their mother's.

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