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We met as soul mates on Parris Island Somonka
We met as soul mates on Parris Island there were holes in the Persian rug we sat on that Christmas I could smell the fear and uncertainty of happiness no war crimes would ever be punished our shadows, a candle burning at both ends, kept singing Goodnight Saigon