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Drugs The field of poppies blooming in the summer rain
Their petsl reaching upwards to the sky
All is silent sleeping void of hate and pain
And laudanum is pouring from their veins
Morpheus the God of sleep on throne again
The bleeding hearts that worship kneeling down
Praying to the field to bring them happiness
And whispy smoke floats as a sacrament
Flanders field, the blood red petals gleaming
As sacred vows exchanged during the night
Highest yield of tranquil peace is streaming
A river through the sorrows of your strife
All quiet as an emerald gem in poverty
Our lives are poor, but souls enriched with love
No gold, nor cloth to blind us from humanity
But only smoke from flowers of delight
