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Her red ruby lips,
Her hair,with the raven black tips.
Her skin, almost see through,such a pale white,
Her hands shake because she's caught up in fright.
The war has begun,it has come to a start,
Her boyfriend is gone,he was shot through the heart.
For him she weeps forever and a day,
Nothing will ever be fully okay.
She remembers,
Looking in his crystal sky blue eyes,
Remembering the way he said goodbye.
Watching him lie in the hospital bed,
Remembering the nurses announce him dead.
She still waits for him late at night,
Yearning for him while watching the suns morning light.
To this day she misses her beloved soldier pronounced
dead,
On January 25, 1910....