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.
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In Flanders Fields The Poppies Blow Between
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.
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