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| 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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Study 17, Audio File and Hard Copy Preserved. Date: Feb 5th, 2010 Presiding Scientist: M*** **T** **** [File Corruption Found, please reference hard copy.] Study Subject: Charlotte Webber, MRD Feb 2 2010 at 15:30, MRR Feb 4 16:12 2010. |
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