This time there is,
No card to write or cake to bake,
No birthday kiss or gift to take,
At the going down of the sun
And in the morning,
I will remember you.
Like your fallen comrades,
You shall no longer grow old,
As we that are left grow old,
But I grow older twice as fast,
Since I have lost you.
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
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