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red memories of ypres,so long ago |
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fiery troops left as smoldering embers |
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broken dreams,shattered like glass |
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the edges still sharp,to slash and dismember |
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wasted lives? or noble ends?-innocent victims,lay staring in wonder.. |
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troubled minds go over the edge,fall to the ground, and are torn asunder.... |
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battle weary patriots,in blood stained uniforms... |
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trading death with the enemy,in the volleying cannon storms... |
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noble lives, with wasted ends-fates are controlled by impersonal friends.. |
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fragile lives,hang on delicate threads... |
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woven through hell-and cut short. |
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charging towards,the battlefront,..attacking underfire |
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injured soldiers in the aftermath,waiting in pain,to die! |
