I have just been told of my demise Unjustly, as I am about to go to war With the tearful pleas of a mother Begging her son to change his stars. Too cruel to be a joke; Words too painful for my wife How can I leave knowing- That I will not survive. I wish I did not know— I wish I was not told of such... Sign in to see full entry.
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