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In Flanders Fields                                                      John McCrae, 1915.

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 .