Well I saw you where we had come
To share and closed our bodies into one,
Woman-mother,
Cannon-fodder
Are the stars of a sky long-gone.
There's a jovial band of army girls,
Singing out on the street,
A child of ours is done to dust,
As often as bodies meet,
How often our bodies' meet.
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