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May 2014
Armed with spears
They stand on the ramparts  
Of the wall you built around your heart
To keep love out

The tar and fire
Falling from your lips
Burns at the forces
Bashing at its door

But there’s no retreat
From this battle that I’m in
Volunteers springing up
Willing to rush at your walls

Pierced by your words
Some crumble and fall
Taunts from catapults fly
Crushing men where they lie

But through the flurry of arrows that fall
The flag that I carry shields me from it all
Proud and white it ***** on high
“I Love you” it reads, I will not die!
Searle
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Searle  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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