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The cops knocked on your wooden door
And told you that your man had died
Your parachute lover had gone and lied
To you, he said he'd come back home
So you wouldn't have to be alone.
And you're getting that terrible though yet again
"When will it be over? If not now, when?"
For the Allied army, here's the cost:
Another soldier's life was lost.
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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