A child ran through the meadow on a sun drenched summer day   And then he stopped his play   And kneeled in a field of poppies.      A man walked through my ghetto on a humid summer day   And then he stopped to pay and he dealed in a field of poppies.      Oh, flower of forgetfulness, just an hour away to the moon   Take a deep breath if you are reaching for truth   While you're in the stupor   The door knocks and death takes another youth.      Poppies, red poppies..., red poppies...      A boy I used to know, a boy I used to know who's laughter rang to the skies   Was a joy to behold   Then I looked into his eyes, a look so cold, a boy who (rose on (? ? ? sorry))   In a field of poppies      Poppies, red poppies, red poppies, red poppies..., red poppies...,   Red poppies...., red poppies..., red poppies..., red poppies...,