Watch your daughter's children play, 30 years ago today.
Memories of your last young summer, never seemed so far away.
Smiling at the gathering store, in your khaki uniform.
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When you marched along the high street, did you listen to your heartbeat?
Did you find what you were looking for, in the somewhere over there?
Was the answer found?
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Somewhere in the no-man's land
And does my love of life betray
His immortal memory
Poppies on a dusty high street
Echoes of the lasting heartbeat
