1:31:02
Hands across the sea,
straight up her woollies.
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- Stop it!
- What are you laughing at?
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I can't say it. I can say nothing.
1:31:25
I'd like to say what I feel,
but I can only tell you what I see.
1:31:30
The weather's not bad
and I still write to you.
1:31:35
The words look so young on paper
and we are grown people.
1:31:40
But I'll tell you. I do miss you.
"Moonlight Cocktail" is now all the rage.
1:31:47
...with an American soldier.
They're all over here now.
1:31:53
He thrust his great American hand
into my dress
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and I felt the utility material
of which it was made, parachute silk,
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tear asunder
under the thrust of his passion.
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Fondest ever always,
your own Mrs Clapper.
1:32:16
Gripweed, Clapper, cover yourselves.
They're coming from the right!
1:32:26
Sergeant Transom, tank and infantry
coming from the right. This side.