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Fin wave - Senator wrasse Pictilabrus laticlavius #marineexplorer by John Turnbull
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In Flanders field the Poppies blow,

Between the crosses, row on row,

They 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.

John McCrae