In Flanders Fields
John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
That mark our place; and in the sky
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
May love of our fellow man triumph over those who hate.
May no one ever have to live the horrors of war.
May we all come to know a world of peace and harmony.
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