| On this site of reflection, you came to me as a ghost
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| Near this monument of the fallen, where one hears the sad last post
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| Celebration in the city of Ypres, again a new year was born
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| Not on this place of eternal silence, where quietly souls mourn
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| For time did not matter on this site, of the graveless dead
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| Near the leafless trees, we somehow met
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| On this site of reflection, you came to me as a ghost
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| Near this monument of the fallen, where one hears the sad last post
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| Born in different times, we never knew each other
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| Born in different times, we never even met
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| But on this night when the world celebrates, believe met:
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| But on this night when the world celebrates, I regret your dead
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| On this site of reflection, you came to me as a ghost
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| Near this monument of the fallen, where one hears the sad last post
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| Thousands of names engraved, poor souls fate did not spare
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| The night was cold, the wind unkind, still wondering what brought me there
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| Born in different times, we never even met
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| But on this night when the world celebrates believe me: I regret your dead
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| Tragic appearance, your uniform torn, your skin full of dirt
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| We did not speak, nor laugh or cry, did not utter a single word
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| We kept an honourable distance, borders of time cannot be crossed
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| As ther is between the living, who hold on to live at any cost
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| And the dead, whose lifes and dreams along with their bodies lost
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| Here you appear, probably a trick of the mind that I might have lost |