Poem In Flanders Fields Printable. The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie in flanders fields.
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To you from failing hands we throw. 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. Web we are the dead. Take up our quarrel with the foe: The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Be yours to hold it high. Scarce heard amid the guns below. Be yours to hold it high.
The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Be yours to hold it high. Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. Take up our quarrel with the foe: 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 the torch; To you from failing hands we throw. Web 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: To you from failing hands we throw.
