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Try to forget what I leave behind
Discover my pain what courses through these veins
Plagued walking through this valley as my demons lurk in the hills above
And so I march past, not so fast for fear of the nearing army
I hear their black boots, heels tap fast, as they approach
In the trenches searching for you
Quiet girl
Playful girl
Honest girl
Happy in lust, pubescent pains, simple summers and time
All the time before the war