In Love and War

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I can hear your footsteps
rolling from over the hills.
Drum beats pound two by two
and there sounds a single trumpet blow.
You march
And you march.
I can see you now.
I can see your face.
I smile.
"Please, my soldier, can you play me a tune?"
Your face is
cold
Your eyes
stare ahead.
You march
And you march.
'Till the dawn drowns your melody
Away with the morning wind.





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