The sound of rain inside a tent,
A cloudless English summer sky,
A promise kept, a letter sent,
And knowing those we hate will die.
The memory of a childhood place,
A lazy morning spent in bed,
A loyal dog, a friendly face,
And laughing when our foes are dead.
The comfort of a favourite book,
The friendships time can never quell,
A gentle breeze, a babbling brook,
And visions of those flames in Hell.
And visions of those flames in Hell.
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