Lest We Forget
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
-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
Scarce heard amid the guns below
-John McCrae
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