| I thought I’d write to Juliet, for she would understand
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| And when someone is already dead they can no longer let
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| you down
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| Instead I find myself talking to you, as my oldest friend
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| Tell me how I can advise someone, that I don’t even know,
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| To welcome death
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| For I received a letter that is worth reporting
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| And though it may raise a cynical smile
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| It leaves a sinking feeling
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| Like when a soldier in a story says to the sergeant…
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| «Have you seen my pride and joy…»
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| You know the rest… and it’s no joke… Forgive me please as
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| I «e…
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| «This is a letter of thanks, as I’m so bored here in I can’t
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| say where.
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| So I’m writing to people that I may never meet
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| And I was thinking if something you said…»
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| «I'm a female soldier, my name is Constance.
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| I enlisted in the military needing funds for college
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| I’m twenty-three years old and if I do get home alive
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| I imagine I may think again…»
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| «I'm sleeping with my eyes open for fear of attack
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| Your words are a comfort, they’re the best thing that I have
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| Apart from family pictures and, of course, my gas mask
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| I don’t know why I am writing to you» |