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• Think only this of me

  If I should die, think only this of me.
  That there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.
  There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
  A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
  Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
  A body of England's, brea...

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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
  I...

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