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Mes Amies
I rarely speak, I rarely shout,
Yet my thoughts are in a roar.
Drowning out cool rationale,
Drowning out the sound of war.
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French is said to be love's language,
And I feel tongue tied.
When I reflect on when I met you,
When I fell out from the sky.
…
The transport plane felt heavy,
But my body felt light.
As I made my way through France,
In summer's warm night.
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How can I explain how I felt,
When we allied once more?
Working with the OSS,
In the Second World War?
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How can I stay focused,
When my thoughts return to you?
What will the West's future hold,
Will we both see this war through?
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Someday those questions will be answered,
They won't be answered now.
I'll just keep in mind your smile,
And endure conflict oh so foul.
A/N
Update (21/08/2015): Corrected spelling of "focused."
