7/7
It was a normal summers day in London
Just needed a drop of rain to keep the dust down
People got on buses and trains, just about cool enough
The mood was quiet, British bustling
Suddenly the world was ripped open
Scarlet drops and blue ribbons all over
Places I could not go, but peered at though
Grey and silent as graves
Conspiracy theorists have their own voices
The passengers ones have been silenced forever
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