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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