Remembrance
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In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween 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.
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We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields.
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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 dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,Sleep sweet - to rise anew!
We caught the torch you threwAnd holding high, we keep the Faith
With All who died.
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We cherish, too, the poppy redThat grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skiesThat blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the redOf the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields.
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And now the Torch and Poppy RedWe wear in honour of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields.
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They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
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They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.