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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 and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. They shall not grow old as we who are left, grow old. Age shall not weary them, Nor the years condemn. And on the going down on the sun, And in the morning, we will remember them. So when you go home, tell them of us and say, For your tomorrow we gave our today.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 12:46:35 +0000

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