Dawn Livingston, Co. M., February 23, 1884. Darling soon I will be sleeping in the church yard over there where the grass and vines creeping birds are singing every where when the grass green above me and the springtime blossoms wave, you then while for sighing plant sweet flowers on my grave (yes, I will see that your grave is kept green if I have to paint it green.)
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