A wounded solider upon the battlefield of adolescent wastelands.
Where am I to turn?
When all around me the bodies of the dead are burning?
Where is she, do you know?
The girl who keeps me warm with the touch of her eyes?
Where is she now?
Under what skies does she move?
The skies are fantastic here
Magnificent stars gleam in a sombre innocence
To the eternity of small worlds below.
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