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On this site of reflection, you came to me as a ghost |
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Near this monument of the fallen, where one hears the sad last post |
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Celebration in the city of |
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Ypres, again a new year was born |
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Not on this place of eternal silence, where quietly souls mourn |
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For time did not matter on this site, of the graveless dead |
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Near the leafless trees, we somehow met |
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On this site of reflection, you came to me as a ghost |
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Near this monument of the fallen, where one hears the sad last post |
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Born in different times, we never knew each other, |
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Born in different times, we never even met |
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But on this night when the world celebrates, believe met: |
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But on this night when the world celebrates, |
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I regret your dead |
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On this site of reflection, you came to me as a ghost |
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Near this monument of the fallen, where one hears the sad last post |
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Thousands of names engraved, poor souls fate did not spare |
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The night was cold, the wind unkind, still wondering what brought me there |
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Born in different times, we never even met |
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But on this night when the world celebrates believe me: |
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I regret your dead |
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Tragic appearance, your uniform torn, your skin full of dirt |
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We did not speak, nor laugh or cry, did not utter a single word |
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We kept an honourable distance, borders of time cannot be crossed |
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As ther is between the living, who hold on to live at any cost |
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And the dead, whose lifes and dreams along with their bodies lost |
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Here you appear, probably a trick of the mind that |
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I might have lost |
