I'm off to the army, and it kills me to go,
Knowing that you'll miss me as tears start to show.
Our love is powerful and our love will never break,
No matter what happens or the risks that I take.
I'll missing you every second and every day,
Always wondering whether or not you're doing well or ok.
As I leave my head and heart begins to sore,
Leaving you behind is worse than any war.
No matter what happens or what I'm faced to do,
I'll always come home and never fail to love you.
Hldr. Gonçalves
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