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Dear Elise
Lately, we haven't seen much of each other
I hope you're keeping well, how's your daddy and your mother?
I hope they're just as happy I saw them in the summer
Just as warm and just as full of color,  and healthy too
Convey my best to little Elsie too.. and by the way
Shawn tells me that you're teaching at the Chelsea school
That's the other addresses that I've had this letter sent to
But forget that, I'm so glad you're doing what you're meant to
You've always been a great mentor. I'm not being flattering
I'm being frank when I'm saying if it hadn't been for your advice and letters
I woulda went bonkers by the end of college
Knowing you sent 'em was my only solace
I think about what happened in August, All the time
Took me ages to follow my better nature, swallow pride
And acknowledge the fact that the entire fault was mine
All the lies I let colonize my mind, it was all surmise
I let them compromise my virtue
To apologize in ink would not suffice but I'm sorry I hurt you
Anyway, I'm going away for a while
I've been signed to the RAF
Eagerly awaiting your reply, Michael

Dear Elise, yesteryear  feels to me like an eternity ago
Chester seems like a distant dream that I yearn to see again
I never heard from you. My letter mustn't have gotten through
And I've been busy, but don't you think I've forgotten you
I've become a pilot  in the service officially now
And while it's true I was slightly nervous initially
I would be lying if I told you that flying's not an epiphany
And that you wouldn't look at life a bit differently
Playing hide and seek with  clouds up in the sky
Looking down at all the  towns, that are seemingly stuck in time
For a moment, you blissfully forget the pain and the cries
The poet awakes,  you ask yourself who painted the skies

Who painted the skies blue? Shoot! I wish I knew
And onward goes your train of thought, until you find your
Serenity tainted by the occasional vague shadow
Or enemy silhouette distrained on the plagued plateau
I've since the onset abhorred the concept of war
And I've told this to no one because it would cause 'em to start
Viewing me as a coward, but between you and me as of now
I find myself asking how I'm the only
One unable to venture into war with a sense of adventure
Maybe I simply don't possess their penchant for danger
Lately, I've started to find myself greatly conflicted
I'm not convinced we're justified in the pain we've inflicted
On a brighter note, I've picked up an interest in poetry
Believe it or not, Supposedly strenuous job as piloting is
There's plenty of time to pen you a song
Hoping to hear from you, Elise. Faithfully yours, Michael

Colder, every order I follow
With every bomb dropped, my plane carries more weight
I don't know what's harder to swallow
That I may die tomorrow, or live with the tale
Colder, every order I follow
With every  bomb dropped, my plane carries more weight
I don't know what's harder to swallow
That I may die tomorrow, or live with the tale

Dear Elise, I'm hoping that this letter never finds you
If it does, well, then it's the last I'll ever write you
Since this letter will only be used after my death
It may seem macabre at best, but I have to request that
You do not view it as such
For I've slowly come to believe that death is only a release from the bodily crutch
I'd written this after the Messerschmitt bombing in Dunkirk
And even though I've come to terms with the constant uncertainty at work
This is really the first time that I wondered
If I might actually have to leave without saying goodbye
Even though you've been so long out of my sight
Know that you have stayed in my mind till the day that I died
I wish that you and I had more time to spend together
I squandered what little I had, being juvenile, and this I will regret forever
Funny, if I'm set for heaven
It won't be the first that I'm watching the earth from above
In such a war as this, there really is no right and wrong
But if there's anything worth fighting for
It's to save our children from the frightening dogma in the Nazi system of control
That would paralyze their minds and sterilize their souls
I believe that this war'll end in a victory
And better days are coming, Vienna will sing again
Soon this'll all be forgotten pages in history
It's been an honor being your friend, someday we'll meet again
Till then... goodbye

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