Fourteen, Eighteen

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Attention!
All heroes!
The poppies row on row
We are the dead since Fourteen

Gas, gas!
We quarrel
The poppies for your foe
It’s over: dying since Fifteen

We die: the guns roar
The people throw the torch to us
We are since Sixteen

Lay down with poppies
Dead friends shall not sleep
Since Seventeen and Eighteen

This field of poppies
Let me sleep in peace
Hear the larks singing always

This field, it will do boy
Mixing with the people
You can now rest
Sunset
Short days always (yeah)