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Notes of Love Chapter
The horn blew as the wind picked the same moment The note carried over the field and picking up speed All memories of him drifted away as the bugle went silent But she remained until the last rose Later she would remember his last words He had told her he would never forget her And like the last star that goes where stars go She went there as well She went to that last rose and was comforted She could feel his hands She could smell his scent And she saw the uniform and the horn They met when he returned from the war and he had limped He limped with warmth and with no complaint They had one son but he did one too many bags He carried his bags up his arm And there was no bugle or wind But there were roses and tears They got through it with love and his limp They sat on the porch rocking and remembered Until his limp grew slower and the horn played But the rose ...............
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