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LEST WE FORGET
Anzac Day
Blue Smoke goes drifting by, into the deep blue sky
When I think of home
I sadly sigh
Oh I can see you there
With loving tears in your eyes
As we fondly said our last goodbyes
And as I sail away, with a longing to stay
I promised to be true, and to love only you
Blue Smoke goes drifting by, into the deep blue skies
My memories of home will never die
And as I sail away, with a longing to stay
I promised to be true, and to love only you
Blue Smoke goes drifting by, into the deep blue skies
My memories of home will never die.
Ruru Karaitiana, 1940
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