In Flanders Fields Poem Printable

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

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

Web In Flanders Fields The Poppies Blow Between The Crosses, Row On Row, That Mark Our Place;

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. Web we are the dead.

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 lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. To you from failing hands we throw. Take up our quarrel with the foe:

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