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I need to get this down on paper
Before it's just too late If I don't get it down, now, tonight My whole life I'll have to wait I don't want to see him go It means my heart's gone too What I'll do without him I wish I only knew I know I'll think a lot about it And his letters they will come But will I open them, that is the question All the factors equal an unlikely sum This is our first summer But also it's our last I have to do my best And stop living in the past He's leaving in September It's not my choice to make He doesn't know I love him And I won't tell him for his sake My worst fear, he won't come back Shot dead in that hellish place My soldier, he's going to fight in the war So this summer's not a summer, more like a race
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