Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw.

Quote by John McCrae

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In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our...

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our...

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow: In Flanders fields.

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow: In Flanders fields.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our...

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our...