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 among the guns below.— John McCrae
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow.
The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below
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 falling hands we throw.
Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow: In Flanders fields.
If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.