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JOURNALIST: For three days I fought my way along roads packed with
refugees, the homeless, burdened with boxes and bundles containing their
valuables
All that was of value to me was in London, but by the time I reached their
little
red-brick house, Carrie and her father were gone
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old
And darker days are drawing near
The winter winds will be much colder
Now you’re not here
I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you’re not here
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
Through autumn’s golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
‘cause you’re not here
‘cause you’re not here
‘cause you’re not here
JOURNALIST: Fire suddenly leapt from house to house, the population panicked
and
ran - and I was swept along with them, aimless and lost without Carrie.
Finally, I headed
Eastward for the ocean, and my only hope of survival - a boat out of England
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes
As if to hide a lonely tear
My lift will be Forever Autumn
‘cause you’re not here
‘cause you’re not here
‘cause you’re not here
JOURNALIST: As I hastened through Covent Garden, Blackfriars and Billingsgate,
more and more people joined the painful exodus. Sad, weary women, their
children
stumbling and streaked with tears, their men bitter and angry, the rich rubbing
shoulders
with beggars and outcasts. Dogs snarled and whined, the horses’ bits were
covered with
foam... and here and there were wounded soldiers, as helpless as the rest
We saw tripods wading up the Thames, cutting through bridges as though
they were paper - Waterloo Bridge, Westminster Bridge... One appeared above Big
Ben
MARTIANS: Ulla!
JOURNALIST: Never before in the history of the world had such a mass of
human beings moved and suffered together. This was no disciplined march - it
was a
stampede - without order and without a goal, six million people unarmed and
unprovisioned, driving headlong. It was the beginning of the rout of
civilization, of the
massacre of mankind
A vast crowd buffeted me towards the already packed steamer. I looked up enviously
at
those safely on board - straight into the eyes of my beloved Carrie! At sight
of me she
began to fight her way along the packed deck to the gangplank. At that very
moment it
was raised, and I caught a last glimpse of her despairing face as the crowd
swept me
away from her
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
Through autumn’s golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
‘cause you’re not here
‘cause you’re not here
‘cause you’re not here
MARTIANS: Ulla!
JOURNALIST: The steamer began to move slowly away - but on the landward horizon
appeared the silhouette of a Fighting Machine. Another came, and another,
strid
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