We Will Remember Them In the muddy lands And the places of war A rifle in his hands A battle he saw His friends with him Falling to the ground In the light of night so dim Death all around The bombs and blood An image never erased The men ran fast as they could Bullets they could not evade And there they fell For me and you They fought through hell Such a hard thing to do And for that we will remember them... They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them.
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