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In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark ou place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are te dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt down, 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 you break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Luit-kol John McCrae
05-05-2015 om 08:46
geschreven door snarf 
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