| Never to be Forgotten |
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Commonwealth War Graves
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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 amid the guns below | |
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| 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 |
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| Take up our quarrel with the foe: |
| The torch; be yours to hold it high |
| If ye break faith with us who die |
| we shall not sleep, though poppies |
| grow In Flanders fields. | |
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