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