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23 October 2006 @ 04:30 pm
Some McRae?  
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 Flanders fields.
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roses of the dayorelle_peredhil on October 23rd, 2006 04:44 pm (UTC)
Ohh, I remember that one. Read it in high school as part of a unit on the War Poets... v nice! Thanks for sharing!

Lovely icon, btw. =)