A Russian girl,
once stood here,
among the tall trees;
she had rose petals in her hair
and grass against her cheeks
But she did not care;
why should she care?
She was not a Grand Duchess,
her father had given up the throne
she could do what she liked
for a few minutes more
And then her mamma came
and told her the news.
They were leaving for Siberia
in about a week
Barely a year
was left for her to live;
and on July 17th
she was shot
no flowers were put on her grave,
but her memory is still with
that one meadow
in Tsarskoe Selo.
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