Red like the poppies we were in November
They stay near our hearts forever and ever
Red like the hearts that we broken
from those words, never spoken
Red like the blood we bled in the fight
In our nightmares all through the night
Red like the flags that represent both our sides
Still standing bravely, yet lost in the bides
Red for everyone, Red for the peace
Hoping one day war will cease 3
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