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In Flanders Fields


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.

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