Annabelle's poppies grow on their own
Standing up tall as they reach for the sun
A bright blue sky pounding down on her cheeks
She pulls one from the ground
In her breast pocket she'll keep
And you can't take it away
No, you can't take it away, away from me
Annabelle's body is so tattered and torn
Her legs go limp from mother nature's scorn
Looks down at the world from a mountain's peak
Her heart's so srtong though her spirits grow weak
I'll come take you away
Come take me away, away from here
Annabelle's poppies are all but gone
The flowers have settled down with the sun
A dull grey sky has shone down for weeks
She pulls the last standing flower, closes her hand and weeps
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