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