| Huesca... John Cornford... |
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Heart of the heartless world, Dear heart, the thought of you Is the pain at my side, The shadow that chills my view. |
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The wind rises in the evening, Reminds that autumn is near. I am afraid to lose you, I am afraid of my fear. |
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On the last mile to Huesca, The last fence for our pride, Think so kindly, dear, that I Sense you at my side. |
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And if bad luck should lay my strength Into the shallow grave, Remember all the good you can; Don't forget my love. |
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