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1. There lies a hill just east of Flanders, Where doughboys
lie who fought so well; and there they sleep beneath the crosses, While
softly chimes a chapel bell. 2. winds that blow
o'er lives undaunted, Respect the thousands strong who fell; And morning
dawns arise in silence, Wake them not for all is well.
3. we who live must long remember, And seek the peace
were brave men dwell; Could we but hear them ask the question, Is this
the last Henri Chapelle? |