things are here, and you're over there
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and in between: land, sea, everything
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i hope you're warm, and i hope you think of me,
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and the way things used to be.
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yesterday, a telegram said that you had died,
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but i knew and i know that it was a lie.
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i tried to laugh but went back to my room and cried
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i mean our room. i went back to our room and cried
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retreat, and come back home.
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To A Husband At War
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| I Hate Myself |
