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A Larksong From the Frontlines

Dear Darling, I die without you. There’s no denying a clean desire of wanting to hear you dream. Cradle me in a sigh, I wish to live around you I’m faithful to the fabrics of your first-rate fantasies and hopeless when I hope for you. Clouds and gossip gather Let me paint you with the sky I see no life in young men’s eyes The fields all looking soulless The moment I return to you Is the moment I become for you The madness I enjoy with you Wrap me in your arms I wish to live forever.

A Larksong From the Frontlines

Dear Darling, I die without you. There’s no denying a clean desire of wanting to hear you dream. Cradle me in a sigh, I wish to live...