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Crosses white, poppies red, Remember how, remember when Pale petals fell from blooming roses, And padded paths where freedom goes. Fierce fires doused a would be hate, To quench dry hearts, yours and mine. Their love and duty burned paper chains That shackled in war time. Wise eyes, bright minds, aged souls, young hearts, Traded rockers for grassy beds; Gave up gray for blue-black youth, Now honoured among the dead. The rose that's guarded by the thorn, Against the reach of many hands, Does the same in all God's lands: Yet still the life sap flows. This time of year is here again, But remember how, remember when Canadian pulses beat taps then. Remembrance Day must never end.
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Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 7:45 AM UTC
Crosses and Poppies
Crosses white, poppies red, Remember how, remember when Pale petals fell from blooming roses, And padded paths where freedom goes. Fierce fires doused a would be hate, To quench dry hearts, yours and mine. Their love and duty burned paper chains That shackled in war time. Wise eyes, bright minds, aged souls, young hearts, Traded rockers for grassy beds; Gave up gray for blue-black youth, Now honoured among the dead. The rose that's guarded by the thorn, Against the reach of many hands, Does the same in all God's lands: Yet still the life sap flows. This time of year is here again, But remember how, remember when Canadian pulses beat taps then. Remembrance Day must never end.
francie-lynch
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Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 7:45 AM UTC
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