The poppies fill the towers moat
A sea of bright red flowers,
They represent the bravest men
Who gave their lives for ours.
Some where so young they had not lived,
Nor loved nor grown, nor flowered.
Sent to fight on foreign land.
Where war took and devoured.
100 years it now has passed
Since Flanders field turned red,
All those lives so sadly lost
Must be rememre-red.
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