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作词 : John McCrae |
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作曲 : Joakim Brodén |
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow |
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Between the crosses, row on row, |
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That mark our place; and in the sky |
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The larks, still bravely singing, fly |
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Scarce heard amid the guns below. |
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We are the Dead. Short days ago |
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We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, |
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Loved and were loved, and now we lie |
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In Flanders fields. |
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Take up our quarrel with the foe: |
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To you from failing hands we throw |
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The torch; be yours to hold it high. |
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If ye break faith with us who die |
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We shall not sleep, though poppies grow |
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In Flanders fields. |
