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Rh What word for men who marched to sow

Not wheat, but crosses, row by row?

Alas! Our tears can never bring

The men who came here harvesting

And come no more! We do not know

What way the singing women go,

Their songs all still! But crosses stand

Row after row in Flanders land!

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