Never to be Forgotten
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Commonwealth War Graves
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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 | |
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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 |
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Take up our quarrel with the foe: |
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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