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to those, we thank you.
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 | 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 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
please always remember. please never forget.