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Show In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies grow Between the crosses, row on row, That marks 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. John McRae. |