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Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarse heard amid the guns below.
We are dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In
Take up your quarrel with the foe;
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch: be yours to hold in light.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In
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Oh! You who sleep in
Sleep sweet to rise anew;
We caught the torch you threw,
And holding high we kept
The faith with those who died.
We cherish too
The poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a luster to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead.
And now the torch and poppy red
Wear in honour of your dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught:
We’ve learned the lesson that ye taught
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It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a luster to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
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