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We'll remember when that wreathIs just a crown of thornsTo drape around your helmetHide out anywhere at allWe'll remember when you're no moreThan a poem on a graveA sideline for the guyWho writes the birthday cards but never signs his nameHe's got your number, feels your painThough you're smiling from the mantlepieceAnd you've got your rifle trainedIt's pointing at the T.V.Shall we tell you when to fire?There's a program we all hateIt's not a late showSo you won't be tiredWe remember how you loved the war filmsAnd hid behind the sofa Throwing balls of silver paperWe remember. We remember.We've got our poppies on SongtexteWe hear the clock chime out eleven.We remember, we remember.It's Poppy Day. You shall not grow old! Aus Songtexte Mania