They are the empty places
They are the ragged bundles on the shore
Emptied of their love and all they saw
Converted into memories
Instantly
Not wanting to
Yet went
That was brave
No Game
No masquerade
They did not come home
So while there lives a memory
While there is an empty place
An unforgotten face
Leave them their dignity
Those who died seriously
Normandy 1944
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