Where Poppies Blow

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 where poppies blow
     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

    We are the Dead
    Short days ago we lived
    Felt dawn, saw sunset glow
    Loved and were loved,
    And now we lie where poppies blow
    In Flanders fields

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