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Oh my little girl, I write letters to you

I write letters to announce that I´m alive

Flowers bloom and blossom, on the mounds and hilltops

A reminisce of times that take me back in time

Oh my little girl won´t you promise me to love me

Member all the days you had me living lovely splendid lives

Change my tone of voicing, I repeat the sounds that

I repeat the sounds that made me mad inside

No longer in cursive, decayed by the rhythm

Of mitraillettes; the sounds of Frenchmen when they die