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In Fields of Poppies


In fields of poppies, wrapped in love

In cosy cars with stars above

In Harrods' halls with pate pies

In taxi cabs 'neath London skies

On rare excursions far from home

In private rooms where lips can roam

In Wednesday shops with fitted cats

On telephones in whispered chats

In restaurants with pinned-up hair

On down-filled duvets softly bare

On happy days, on nights so blue

Remember always - I love you.

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