silent lost hearts weep
forget not each rare heartbeat
pause for untimed souls
silenced brave heartbeats
fallen hearts echo within
evermore thankful
Remembrance Day red
lest we forget fallen hearts
silent gratitude
fateful quietude
our shared moment of silence
always remember
forever grateful
never forget our fallen
everlasting thanks
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In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915
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
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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