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Hi, I'm Wyverex a very, very, véry old music-fanatic from Flanders... for those who don't know where that is: it is the most beautifull part of Belgium, the part that rests by the sea...

The flags you see: Flanders, my nation; and Belgium (a historical mistake)

In Flanders fields (Lieutenant kolonel John McCrae, 1872-1918)

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 to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.