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Home Again From Any War Rain streams down my face camouflaging tears that taste of lonely longing for the sweetness of the life we shared, not knowing it would end so soon, we softly breathed 'so long', 'mañana'; 'Til we meet again', we said. But God decreed our love was o'er. Now here alone I kneel, and pray, and you, you breathe no more. |
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