In a foreign war grave
The gallant lay side by side
They did not wish to die
In the first flush of youth
Death claimed them
And many mothers wept
Now only a name on a village
Cenotaph gently fading
As the years pass by
It matters not the passage of time
But that we always remember
And ask ourselves, why?
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