So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land! / Spaceman Clara!
In Flanders fields the poppies blow, Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place: and in the sky, The larks still bravely singing fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead: Short days ago, We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved