I knew it. I knew Sulien had written something she hadn't told me about.

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In England, poppies flower in the autumn.
Old men smile at the red on the breast
Of a pretty girl too young to remember;
And I smile back.

I cannot tell them I too have faced the guns;
Felt the trampled dying roll under my feet.
That I fight the war and they, the innocents,
Forget the dead.