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when the cavalry clearsand the limbs of our peerslay around us like sticks in the mudwe'll say to ourselves,"where's the heaven in this hell?"we're on a ladder without any rungswith the ash of our friends in our lungsthat's enough about the warhow's my dear elanor?have you heard back from william or kate?i've been getting the shakes from lack of sleep as of lateand my breath always reaks of escapei'll be home soon and hopefully safeif you love me, you won't make a scenewhen i get home please just leave me beif you love me, then don't make a scenewhen i get home please just leave me betwenty years to date of this close and some sayhenry saved us from missing our liveshe was buried away to the ground and the blamethat poor elanor kept stored awaywell his breath always reaked of escape... From Letras Mania