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Under the Poppies we now lie Our spirits beyond you now doth fly In clear skies on wing of Dove While body rots away from world above. Listen to us of the eternal night Hopes of a full life lived long Flew even though we were strong For that time has passed us by Now it is really our turn to fly. Listen to us of the eternal night We went and fought But was it all for naught? In foriegn lands far away Where evil times killed child at play. Listen to us of the eternal night War is on the rise again Out where others have lain Down their lives for civilisation After taking pride in the glory of a nation. Listen to us of the eternal night You give us Armistice Day Where those that did stay Make stories of our lost glory Ignoring our terrible but true story. Listen to us of the eternal night When will you learn the other cheek to turn Two wrongs make no right We who know, who drown in eternal night. Listen to us of the eternal night
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