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<h3>Poem of the Day 每日诗歌</h3>
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<p><b>In Flanders Fields</b><br>
<cite>John McCrae</cite></p>
<p> In Flanders fields the poppies blow<br>
Between the crosses, row on row,<br>
 That mark our place; and in the sky<br>
 The larks, still bravely singing, fly<br>
Scarce heard amid the guns below.</p>
<p>We are the dead. Short days ago<br>
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,<br>
 Loved and were loved, and now we lie,<br>
  In Flanders fields.</p>
<p>Take up our quarrel with the foe:<br>
To you from failing hands we throw<br>
 The torch; be yours to hold it high.<br>
 If ye break faith with us who die<br>
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow<br>
  In Flanders fields.</p>
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<p><cite>Shared by Albert Tan.
<br>由谭云潮分享。</cite></p>
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