<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421362" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Flanders Field</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Flanders fields the poppies blow<br>Between the crosses, row on row,<br>That mark our place; and in the sky<br>The larks, still bravely singing, fly<br>Scarce heard amid the guns below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are the Dead. Short days ago<br>We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,<br>Loved and were loved, and now we lie,<br>In Flanders fields.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take up our quarrel with the foe:<br>To you from failing hands we throw<br>The torch; be yours to hold it high.<br>If ye break faith with us who die<br>We shall not sleep, though poppies grow<br>In Flanders fields.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+McCrae">John McCrae</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421362" data-title="In Flanders Field de John McCrae" data-description="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,..."></div> </div> </div>

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