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Her letter to the front
If you're hurt, my dear, the war,
Write about it all means to me.
I'll tell you in the same evening.
It will be warm, affectionate response.
Like, they are wound sooner or later,
And love, my dear, does not go there.
If you change, to meet a friend,
And this in the letters they write, dear.
Write, I will answer, but not in the same evening,
Just be sure that the answer will come.
But the wound is too late or too early -
Pogruschu, cry - still pass!
But do not try to just give a hint to me
On the other changes - an oath in the war!
In no coward evening I will not answer,
I have for the coward, there is one answer:
All wounds are too late or too early,
But contempt for the coward does not pass, no.
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