O! I am going to the wars
I!
And time is fast, my Love.
And Day to its sweet fading
Draws
And in its Spring of Beauty
The flower bends and closes.
O! I am going to the wars
I
And will rarely return
I!
For O!
I am going to the wars
I!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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