Photo by Nathan J Hilton on Pexels.com https://youtu.be/cKoJvHcMLfc In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset …
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