I will love you as though my breath is connected to it
You are the disk jockey that mixes my heart beat
The skies will always be blue here
You have made me to love amidst fears.. ...
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.