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FouRPlaYby FouRPlaY (Monk) |
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In Flander's Fields By Lt. Col. John Alexander McCrae, Theta Xi, 1894 In Flander's Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The lark, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sun set glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie in Flander's Field 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 Flander's Fields |
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