Aqui se reproduz o poema "In Flanders fields", do canadiano John McCrae (1872-1918), inicialmente intitulado "We shall not sleep", em memória de todos os que caíram na Primeira Grande Guerra:
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,
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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