I walk with a bookmark down to the cenotaph
In a brigade of bookmarks so red in the sun
The girls of the past are waiting
With garlands of daisies for our shoulders
We are the bookmarks of history remembering
The girls that we loved, that we danced with
The sting of war is removed
The scorpions hang their heads in shame
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