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In Flanders Fields
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.
-- John McCrae
There is no greater love than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
We will never forget.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
The guns will be silent on Remembrance Day
There'll be no more fighting on Remembrance Day
The guns will be silent on Remembrance Day
We'll all say a prayer on Remembrance Day
-Bryan Adams Remembrance Day