NEVER FORGET

In Flanders' Fields by Colonel 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.
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 it high:
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies
grow - In Flanders' fields

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