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| Langemarck © Copyright George Papavgeris, November 2003 The guard never changes in Langemarck Four figures that quiet and motionless stand No guns, only helmets they hold in their hand To show their respect The Langemarck Guardians will never forget. The guard never changes in Langemarck Their faces in sombre expression are set And is it just mourning or is is it regret But they cannot speak Their thoughts are a secret that never will leak. It's never too busy in Langemarck The visits from home getting fewer each year Their faces get younger, there's hardly a tear It seems such a shame Only granite and metal remembers their name. And all is in order in Langemarck Not one of the crosses dares move out of line And all of the names there in sequence you'll find But isn't it strange That even in death the roll-call hasn't changed. There's fourty-four thousand in Langemarck Though clever design gives a feeling of peace Yet still you will find here no welcome release But only the proof That generals' dreams are the curse of the youth As you stroll among graves in Langemarck And even though you are the only one there The back of your neck feels a following stare Though they have no eyes The look of the Guardians is colder than ice. CHORUS: But guilt is not buried in Langemarck Just those born one side of the border Who just had to follow an order In Flanders to finish their days. And friendships are easy in Langemarck In one grave the sons of eight mothers Before death unknown to each other But friends in their final embrace. |
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