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Kiss me, while I....

Before, I have the dreams......

....... of what I've lost.

Give me, new .......strength !

To fight, the horrors, of the night. Give me the freedom ....That, 

I crave .

I sailed across, a sea..... of woe.

Searching, for that far off shore.

Where we kissed, and I met with death.

Fighting bloody battles, in a, ......now forgotten war.

As, silent bells rang, ore the land.

Deaths pervading presence, still hangs to us,.

Like an ominous.... Forbidding shroud.

So.......

Do the dead, smell their flowers?

While the roots, bind their bones,

I'll leave a drink,

and then I'll 

steal their tomorrow's .

Giajl © Jim Love