Poppy time

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• taragee0

  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, flyScarce 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 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
  In Flanders fields.

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