A million nodding poppies
Beneath the setting sun
The guns have fallen silent
We count the battle won
And in the furrowed landscape
Beneath a broken sky
We think of fallen comrades
And whisper a goodbye
Another foreign conflict
Another war-torn land
And there beside the poppies
There is heat and blowing sand
The petals are still falling
Each one a hero’s name
And though the war is different
Beautiful!
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thank you Tobias
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