SleazyDream

from memory - havn't sceen this in type for several years and the last time I heard it was nov 11, last year.

in flander's fields the poppies grow
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 in flanders fields

take up our quarrow with the foe
to YOU, with failing hands we throw
the torch, be yours, and 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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