up then down, heavy are u, your head, an iron crown, your shoulders bearers of pain, your feet,weary and sour my Prince among slaves. therein in the showers and in the burnt sun, for the Price of honour.

You let me behind, in pain . awaiting your nock on my door. and my locket chain in your wary hands. oh lover of mine, u let me for honour, you want me to know u has my hero. if u return not to me thou art a coward.


After forth I do not want to see, them in uniform and you on a wooden box, on my door steps, for u call your self a hero. but to me, you are more of a coward my dear beloveth.

Why don't you face me, SOLDIER! why don't u bring back my locket chain your self? nor bide me farewell your self then I will chant your name among men and chant in the streets, and call you a hero, my hero.


Oh dear soldier, don't honour me, by sending my locket chain, for it is cowardice. I want to see ur muddy face and your wrinkled sour hands hading, me my locket chain. then I will know u are my soldier and my hero.....
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