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I remember the battlefield -the trenches and the mud and cold
the dead man´s rats in no man´s land -no one in here is getting very old

I remember the yellow cloud (*1) and the panic of the fleeing crowd
men mired in a shell hole - as they launch another attack


In Flanders Fields where the poppies grow so red
where soldiers die - side by side -under a foreign sky
In Flanders Fields only poppies could survive
Half a million men gave their life - half a million young men came to die

to conquer the nearest hill - to break out from the (*2) salient
so high the stakes - so dear the cost
as I watch another man fall

In Flanders Fields where the poppies grow so red
where soldiers die - side by side -under a foreign sky
In Flanders Fields only poppies could survive
Half a million men gave their life - half a million young men came to die

Christmas brought a miracle (*3)- a little bit of peace
putting a face on the enemy -these blokes all have a name

Billy, Guillaume or Wilhelm - (*4) these guys are in it just like me ..
Now it´s getting cold - it´s getting dark
as I lay here dying

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