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Show TO KEEP THE FAITH By Moina Michael Oh, you who sleep in Flanders' fields Sleep sweet to rise anew. -We caught the torch you threw And holding high, we keep the Faith With all who died. And now the torch and poppy red That grows on fields where valor led; It seems to signal to the skies That blood of heroes never dies, But lends a luster to the red Of the flowers that bloom above the dead In Flanders' fields! And now the torch and popy red We wear in honor of our dead. Fear not that ye have died for naught; We've learned the lesson that ye taught In Flanders' fields! |