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they disembarked in 45 |
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and no one spoke and no one smiled |
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there were too many spaces in the line |
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gathered at the cenotaph |
| [00:25.920] |
all agreed with the hard on heart |
| [00:30.140] |
to sheath the sacrificial knives |
| [00:36.700] |
but now |
| [00:38.500] |
she stands upon southampton dock |
| [00:42.310] |
with her handkerchief |
| [00:44.560] |
and her summer frock clings |
| [00:47.080] |
to her wet body in the rain |
| [00:55.480] |
in quiet desperation knuckles |
| [01:00.440] |
white upon the slippery reins |
| [01:04.220] |
she bravely waves the boys goodbye again |
| [01:25.910] |
and still the dark stain spreads between |
| [01:30.710] |
his shoulder blades |
| [01:38.030] |
a mute reminder of the poppy field and graves |
| [01:48.430] |
and when the fight was over |
| [01:54.480] |
we spent what they had made |
| [02:00.430] |
but in the bottom of our hearts |
| [02:04.430] |
we felt the final cut |
