I write this words to tell you the kind of a person that you are.
Even from a distant, the miles between us will not stop me from pouring out the content of my heart. ...
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.