When the world whispers
the rumors of wars...
Remember, Remember
Half Past September...
Luke I'm not your father
For he is dead and gone...
there is something so wonderful
about launching yourself...
I doubt that you will think of them
But I assure you they are there...
White and puffy at both ends
Those will be our nation's eyes...
Looking out across
these gently rolling hills...
Bullets and rockets on rampage
Claiming innocent human lives...
~~~~~~~o~
atlantis ahead...
Note: Film titles, highlighted in speech...
Albion's white cliffs fade as do the memories of...
Us few Us brave silent poppy covered graves...
They have no wings on their back
Made of pink satin or white linen...