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My Dearest Flower
A soldier writes home to his beloved wife
Whenever I think of the loved we share
My heart beats so fast it is hard to breathe
Love is the one thing this anguish to relieve
I know soldiers aren’t supposed to care
This conception just isn’t fair
In this thought love is there
In the distance the trumpet blares
I remember all the roses and the wine
The dream is still so alive
Toward our future I will strive
I carry each day the joy of us
These memories shall live with me
Love that means so very much
Salutations from your Daddy Bee
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