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"Why are they selling poppies, Mummy - selling poppies in town today?"
"The poppies, my child, are flowers of love For the men who marched away." "But, why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy? Why not a beautiful rose?" "Because, my child, men fought and died In the fields where the poppy grows." "But why are the poppies so red, Mummy? Why are the poppies so red?" "Red is the colour of blood, my child, the blood our soldiers shed." "The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy - why does it have to be black?" "Black, my child, is the symbol of grief, for the men who never came back." "But why, Mummy, are you crying so? Your tears are giving you pain." "My tears are my tears for you my child, for the world is Forgetting Again." |
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