We went for a walk in that cold night rain—
I couldn’t bear to sit with her by fire;
I said “I’m very happy that you came
To help us see our way through this quagmire.
Each letter told me that you were still true,
I had no sign your love had slipped away;
I clung to every word, I’m sure you knew—
Your love the hope I lived on, day to day.
Each day I died for truth—you lived for lies,
Please do not whisper you did this for me;
I served beside brave men who gave their lives
For love and honor: hope and dignity.
‘Twere better that I’d eaten there some lead,
Then to return and find that I was dead.”

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