Remember remember,

the eleventh of November.

Where all the soldiers had a hard fall

and poppies stood tall.

Sacrifices were made

and soldiers began to fade.

Families were all unhappy,

whilst they cried tearfully.

Remember remember,

the eleventh of November.

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I see the blue skies, where the sun lies.

I see old oak trees, leaves swaying in the breeze.

I see people talking to their friends,

whilst cars zoom off around the bends.

I see beautiful heathers,

which are as light as feathers.

How wonderful nature is,

when I leave, it is the nature I will miss.

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