In Flanders Fields

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In Flanders Fields is e gedicht uut 1915 van John McCrae, e Canadeeschn dokteur. En et eschreevn beisn 'n Êeste Weireldoorloge.

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In Flanders fields (John McCrae)

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 amid the guns below.
We are the dead. 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
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

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E styf bekend museum in Yper noemt In Flanders Fields.

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