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freedom. Flanders field | freedom. Flanders field

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  In remembrance of all guardians of our freedom who have paid the ultimate price     And are they gone to Arcady where poppies loose no opiate dream, nor memories of blood-inebriated soil?   Cobweb-frail, some staggered on, mazed by sulphur stars of a millennial dawn, torch-...