In Flanders Fields Poem Printable - 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. In flanders fields the poppies blow. Web in 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. And in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly scarce heard amid the guns below. Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Web we are the dead. Take up our quarrel with the foe:
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Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. Take up our quarrel with the foe: In flanders fields the poppies blow. To you from failing hands we throw. Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place;
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Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Take up our quarrel with the foe: 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.
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To you from failing hands we throw. 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. 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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In flanders fields the poppies blow. 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: Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and.
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And in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly scarce heard amid the guns below. Web in flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Take up our quarrel with the foe: In flanders fields the poppies blow. To you from failing hands we throw.
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In flanders fields the poppies blow. To you from failing hands we throw. 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. Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place;
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Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. Web we are the dead. Take up our quarrel with the foe: Take up our quarrel with the foe: Web in flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place;
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And in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly scarce heard amid the guns below. Take up our quarrel with the foe: Web we are the dead. Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place;
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To you from failing hands we throw. Take up our quarrel with the foe: Web in 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. In flanders fields the poppies blow.
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Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw. Take up our quarrel with the foe: And in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly scarce heard amid the guns below.
To you from failing hands we throw. Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; In flanders fields the poppies blow. Web in flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Web we are the dead. Take up our quarrel with the foe: 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 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.
And In The Sky The Larks, Still Bravely Singing, Fly Scarce Heard Amid The Guns Below.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: Web we are the dead. In flanders fields the poppies blow. Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie in flanders fields.
Web We Lived, Felt Dawn, Saw Sunset Glow, Loved And Were Loved, And Now We Lie.
Web in flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Take up our quarrel with the foe: Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; To you from failing hands we throw.