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I don't know you, for you I do not seek,
Yet to you, the unknown, I owe my life, My liberty, freedom to write and speak. You died far back in times of war and strife, It's many years ago since your sun set, I write these words for all, lest we forget. Millions of lives that cruelly ended, Swiftly sank in a sea of trodden mud, Among comrades recently befriended, As only war can do, it drained your blood. It's many years ago since your sun set, I write these words for all, lest we forget. Sacrifice not marked by glorious band, As lives were given, that in turn did give A chance for me to grow and understand The price that strangers paid that I might live. It's many years ago since your sun set, I write these words for all, lest we forget. Poppies raging red in a foreign field, Colour vibrant, reminds us of the blood Shed by valliant hearts, as their fate sealed Joined the fallen, death surging like a flood. It's many years ago since your sun set, I write these words for all, lest we forget. I stand silent, give thanks to all of you, The debt I owe I never can repay, Today you shadow everything I do, You are in my mind on this poignant day. It's many years ago since your sun set, I write these words to all, lest we forget. Written as a tribute to all those who died in the First World War 1914 -1918
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