BY heart : In Flanders fields the poppies blow, Between the crosses row on row That mark our graves and in the sky The larks still bravely singing fly. Scarce heerd amidst the guns below. We are the dead, short days ago We felt the dawn. saw sunsets glow; Loved and were loved. Now we lie In Flanders field Take up our struggle with the foe To you from failing hands we throw The torch. Be it yours to hold it high If ye break faith with we who die; We shall not sleep, Though Poppies blow In Flanders fields apologgies for misquotes and typos i have Parkinsons
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