Listen to the sound clip 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. Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields..Take up our quarrel with the foe. To you,from failing hands we throw. The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In... from R&B Style #9 Song Generator:
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. Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields..Take up our quarrel with the foe. To you,from failing hands we throw. The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In...
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