World War I

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Her sorry sight saluted his eyes

The moment he stepped off the ship

Her gaze, it was fixed upon the skies

As she shifted the babe on her hip.

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His bags he dragged o'er to his wife,

He made to sweep her away

But the day he departed was the day that she started

A new life, a different day.

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The woman, alone, could not she be

Thus she took up another signior

And for one long year he was her lee

For he cared for her and not the war

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A selfish desire led to the rue

Of the end of a perfect love

For so great was the challenge of man number two

That he never recovered the glove.

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Their child she passed to the man

So he could give him one last kiss

She shed no tears but slipped him her band,

A symbol of what only one would miss.