Rose, you ran away from your life
For a chance to travel the world
But parting ain’t always sweet sorrow,
And your story will never be told.
Martha, you took an adventure,
You fought and you walked on your own.
But two hearts weren’t ready to love you,
So you ran from the oncoming storm.
Donna, he took you up high,
He showed you that dreams could come true.
But the stars were a little too much,
And the world left nothing for you.
Amelia stood by his gravestone,
Speaking nonsense words to herself.
Then she closed her eyes and she wished, and she died,
And now she’s a book on a shelf.
Clara, a million pieces,
All for the love of his name,
It’s a treacherous path that you’re walking;
Clever girl, it’s a dangerous game.
River, my curly-haired darling,
Walking the stars all alone.
You're making fish fingers and custard
But sweetie, he ain't coming home.
Now Doctor, you’re lonely, you’re tired,
Your features are losing their might.
The bow tie falls to the floor.
Raggedy man, goodnight.
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