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Fields of RedWalking with you Across fields of red Like blood flowing over our feet These poppies cover like a sheet The blood from those... That bled on this field They cry as if the birds Are calling their names Across the years Taken away Like the life they left So young. B... Copywriter UK 2007 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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