He placed an apple on my head
then interlaced the fingers of my
right hand with that of his left
and caressed my digits, just
before he shot me, we were holding
hands, and there was still glory
in love, still blood that I could
spill, in wars, for him, oh love! I will!
I'll go to the hill with the jacket and the
gun and fight for you, our country and son
if nothing ever works out from now on
remember I loved you and more importantly
that you won.
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