We will remember Them All With The Poppies we lay.

Through the window she watches, on the seat she waits.

To show her respects as they pass the cottage gates.

Through the window once, not so long ago,

Dogs were waiting, but their masters didn’t show.

Countless widows and orphans, all waited in vain,

To hear a loved one, again, call out their name.

Never forget, the broken, or the sacrifices that are made

By our forces each day, as the poppies are laid.

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