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Lest we Forget
So I sit alone, cold on a bench, world's away from my comrades, that lie dead in the trench.
These hands that saw violence, these eyes growing dark, this world bathed in silence, a new journey to embark.
We did it for kings, we followed the crown, we rushed from the boats, I saw many drown.
They pinned a shiny medal, right there on my chest, and I heard the bell toll as we laid them to rest.
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Sunday 14th April 2024 6:51 pm
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