In quiet solemnity, we stand,Upon this hallowed ground,Where memories, like whispers, spanThrough ages that surround. Each name is engraved, a sacred threadThat binds the past to now,In hearts, the echoes of the dead,Their legacy, we vow. On this fourth of May, we pause,To honour those who fell,Their sacrifice, our guiding cause,Their stories, we retell. In

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