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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses,row on row,
That 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 hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
Though poppies grow
In Flanders fields

John McCrae

Flemish region and Brussels-Capital region make up the area known as Flanders.
Lets not give up,we should stand with our Belgium brothers and fight the French.