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Cynthia's Desperate Cry

Not all the soldiers have returned home, even the owling wind has a reason to weep; Cynthia's legs start to shake, she had little sleep, her dark hair is flapping, pain chills to the bone, And this heart-torn mother hides her tear-drenched face within her cold hands lamenting his loss and wit; Robert left years ago to serve his country with grit, wearing a boldface admired by all for its enduring grace. " Son, you honored commitment and valor more than life, and in giving it up for a nobel cause you earned your glory; I wanted to embrace you and feel the same joy of your wife: four arms hugging you making that moment last an eternity." " Brenda couldn't come to greet you, she's expecting your baby and she always wished he would have those gorgeous, cheerful eyes and the charming smile of a caring dad who was called for duty; we expected to hug a joyful son and husband, not to bear sad news."

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