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