In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks st — John McCrae
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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 among the guns below.

— John McCrae
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