In a Flanders War Cemetery
A lark.
Pinpoint of shiny silver sound
In a perfect azure sky.
Beneath my feet
The youth of a generation lie in
Rank and file
Row on row
Present and correct.
They closed their tortured eyes
To shut out Hell
For good.
Mine I lift to a blissful heaven
In wonder at the lark
Ascending.
Pinpoint of shiny silver sound
In a perfect azure sky.
Beneath my feet
The youth of a generation lie in
Rank and file
Row on row
Present and correct.
They closed their tortured eyes
To shut out Hell
For good.
Mine I lift to a blissful heaven
In wonder at the lark
Ascending.
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