The field of death and beauty,
Grass of red
Poppies gaining its colour as our soldiers bled.
The flower of remembrance,
of our past.
A tradition to make the memories last.
We fought and we won.
But Flanders Field remains a place for our dead.
We try to honor the fighters of a 100 years past,
But much as still been left unsaid.
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