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A flower tells a simple story |
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It speaks of lives forever changed |
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In a thousand nameless faces |
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And a thousand faceless names |
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A gift from generations lost |
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To those who still survive |
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For this flower tells a story |
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For the ones who gave without demand |
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For the years they served in a distant land |
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Their finest hour they gave |
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The sacrifice they made for us |
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We thank them |
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A flower tells of lights dimmed early |
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Of a star burned out too young |
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A story of a hero |
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Too often left unsung |
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This tale from generations lost |
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To those who still survive |
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For a flower tells a story |
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For the life you gave without demand |
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For the years you served in a distant land |
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Your finest hour you gave |
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The sacrifice you made for us |
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The sacrifice |
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I thank you for the gift to us |
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The greatest there can be |
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Your courage when you fought for liberty |
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For the life you gave without demand |
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The ones who saved this land |
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Your finest hour you gave, |
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The sacrifice you made for us |
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Your sacrifice |
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We thank you |
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Thank you |
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A flower tells a simple story |
