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Lost Love
No woman sheds o'er his afflictions warm tears,
no friend whom he loved, or who loved him was near
no coffin confined this soldier boy's breast,
nor prayer arose from his place of rest
Lend me your wings my gentle dove,
o lend them for a while
fain would I spread them wide & fly,
far away perished, infinite miles
no friend whom he loved, or who loved him was near
no coffin confined this soldier boy's breast,
nor prayer arose from his place of rest
Lend me your wings my gentle dove,
o lend them for a while
fain would I spread them wide & fly,
far away perished, infinite miles
Published 13th Feb 2024
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