6.In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on rowThat mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with …
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“On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month in 1918, the First World War ended. Civilians wanted to remember the people who had given their lives for peace and freedom. An American War …
4. Sempre achei um piadão os políticos ingleses usarem uma florzinha na lapela. Descobri ontem, ao ler o artigo de Miguel Monjardino na revista SÁBADO que afinal não …
