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We were going to get married,

Live in a little cottage.

I was going to stay home,

raise the kids.

He was going to come home every night,

Kiss me hello and hug our children.



He said he'd be gone a year at the most,

The war would end soon.

He said don't cry sweetie,

I'll be home before you know it.

I love you.



It was the last time I ever saw him,

He was only 18.