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On My Lips Was .....
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Falklands 82 On My Lips Was.....
I cried out, in my pain.....
But you weren't there.
I lay there, tween ......
The swaying heather.
Below, that yellow gorse.
Lead, had burned me.
And it hurt me bad.
I called out quietly,
In a dying whisper......
I called
Your name.
Giajl © Jim Love
