Poem In Flanders Fields Printable. To you from failing hands we throw. Web flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place;
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Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw. Take up our quarrel with the foe: Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. Web flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; The larks, still bravely singing, fly. And in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly scarce heard amid the guns below. Take up our quarrel with the foe: Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie, in flanders fields. Web in flanders fields the poppies blow.
The larks, still bravely singing, fly. To you from failing hands we throw. Take up our quarrel with the foe: Take up our quarrel with the foe: And in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly scarce heard amid the guns below. Take up our quarrel with the foe: The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Web in flanders fields the poppies blow. Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie in flanders fields. Web flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place;
