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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 where 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 died, we shall not sleep

though poppies grow, in Flanders Fields.

In Flanders Fields: Dr. John Macrae

Remember the soldiers' price for our country, and the ones who didn't come home