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In ()Flanders ()fields the ()poppies ()blow
Bet()ween the ()crosses, ()row on ()row,
That ()mark our ()place; and ()in the ()sky
The ()larks, still ()bravely ()singing, ()fly
Scarce ()heard (G)mid the (A)guns be()low.
We ()are the ()dead. Short ()days ()go
We ()lived, felt ()dawn, saw ()sunset ()glow,
Loved, ()and were ()loved, and ()now we ()lie
In ()Flanders ()fields, in ()Flanders ()fields
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 in ()Flanders ()fields
We ()shall not ()sleep, though ()poppies ()grow
In ()Flanders ()fields in ()Flanders ()fields
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