This remembrance of pain,
These are some of the fields,
For time has stood,
And nothing remains,
That is for a testament in which we feel,
For it's real that the fallen gave,
Some lost and without graves,
We bereave in silence,
But love is found always,
Not one forgotten,
We'll wear our poppies proud,
Teach all the others to see,
Forever on this eleventh day,
We pray for thee.
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