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They disembarked in 45 |
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And no-one spoke and no-one smiled |
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There were too many spaces in the line |
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Gathered at the cenotaph |
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All agreed with the hand on heart |
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To sheath the sacrificial knives |
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But now |
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She stands upon Southampton Dock |
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With her handkerchief |
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And her summer frock clings |
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To her wet body in the rain |
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In quiet desperation knuckles |
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White upon the slippery reins |
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She bravely waves the boys goodbye again |
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And still the dark stain spreads between |
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Their shoulder blades |
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A mute reminder of the poppy field and graves |
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And when the fight was over |
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We spent what they had made |
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But in the bottom of our hearts |
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We felt the final cut |
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-The End- |