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Her Royal Highness
Diana,
Princess of Wales
1961 - 1997
We miss you, Di
"Heaven gives its favourites early
death."
--Lord Byron
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A rosebud set with little
wilful thorns,
And sweet as English air could make her, she.
--Alfred, Lord Tennyson


Paris, France...Au Revoir

By foreign
hands thy dying eyes were clos'd,
By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd,
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd,
By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourn'd!
-- Alexander Pope
When she had passed,
it seemed like
the ceasing of
exquisite music.
-- Henry W. Longfellow
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