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I longed for him to be here by my side, To smile and kiss me in the morning sun. His country called, and so he went, with pride. I prayed he'd come back soon to me, his bride.
He's coming home with glory 'round his head. For just last week he showed his fearless heart. 'He saved another man, ' the major said. 'I'm sorry, ma'am, to say-Your husband's dead! '
My man is coming home! It hurts to know He's coming home! If only it weren't so!
He's coming home! Oh, God, too soon My Love is coming home!
Yen Cress
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