Things are here, and you're over there
And in between: Land, sea, everything
I hope you're warm, and I hope you think of me
And the way things used to be
Yesterday, a telegram said that you had died
But I knew and I know that it was a lie
I tried to laugh but went back to my room and cried
I mean our room. I went back to our room and cried
To a Husband At War
I Hate Myself
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