| A flower tells a simple story
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| It speaks of lives forever changed
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| In a thousand nameless faces
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| And a thousand faceless names
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| A gift from generations lost
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| To those who still survive
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| For this flower tells a story
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| For the ones who gave without demand
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| For the years they served in a distant land
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| Their finest hour they gave
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| The sacrifice they made for us
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| We thank them
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| A flower tells of lights dimmed early
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| Of a star burned out too young
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| A story of a hero
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| Too often left unsung
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| This tale from generations lost
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| To those who still survive
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| For a flower tells a story
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| For the life you gave without demand
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| For the years you served in a distant land
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| Your finest hour you gave
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| The sacrifice you made for us
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| The sacrifice
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| I thank you for the gift to us
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| The greatest there can be
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| Your courage when you fought for liberty
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| For the life you gave without demand
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| The ones who saved this land
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| Your finest hour you gave
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| The sacrifice you made for us
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| Your sacrifice
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| We thank you
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| Thank you
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| A flower tells a simple story |