Lights Out

Lights go down over the centre of the town

shop windows fade to the black of sky

as the flickering of a hundred candles

light the faces of both young and old.

Clock strikes eleven, Last Post sounds

Silence in the streets, silence all around.

As we remember and as we thank

the fallen generation of the great war.

And as we stand, with candles raised high

we wish on the shooting stars in the sky

That those that fought and those that died

are in peace, finally, from this warring world.

The End

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