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 among the guns below.
Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street - John Mccrae
Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street
- John Mccrae
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 Scarc… - John Mccrae
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 Scarc…
In Flanders fields the poppies blow. - John Mccrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. - John Mccrae
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below - John Mccrae
The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw. - John Mccrae
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw.
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