Shakespearean sonnet “comrade of remnants”
First we say goodbye with smile and kiss
The loving families with worries
Waiting for just a glimpse of oaks
Who heads toward the battle in sorrows
However, it is just you and me brother
No time has left for you and me
Thinking of the days we’ve spent together
Heading to the war without a choice
We put our hands to hands and walk along
Though hands may sake with fear and broken tear
Falling and breaking and crying and cling
To our last breathe we share our precious beer
The days have ended and it's you we miss
Friend, if it isn't you we are zeros
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