Flanders Field Today
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Now, the guns are silenced
There are no trenches
Nothing to be a battlefield
Just farmland with the quietness
Of clouds are gently going cross
Without gunpower
And the poppies still grow row by row
Are the only memories of overa hundred years
Is in the wind
And if you hear carefully, you will hear a biplane
Ghostly flying in the air
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