IN FLANDERS FIELDS
John McCrae
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In Flanders Fields the poppies grow
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,
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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.
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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 McCrae
Put into WWW by Josella Simone Playton
1997-10-03 13:40:00 MEST .. 1999-07-02 23:55:55 MEST
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