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Slain
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
You who are still and white
And cold like stone;
For whom the unfailing light
Is spent and done;
And cold like stone;
For whom the unfailing light
Is spent and done;
For whom no more the breath
Of dawn, nor evenfall
Nor Spring, nor love, nor death
Matter at all;
Of dawn, nor evenfall
Nor Spring, nor love, nor death
Matter at all;
Who were so strong and young
And brave and wise,
And on the dark are flung
With darkened eyes;
And brave and wise,
And on the dark are flung
With darkened eyes;
Who roystered and caroused
But yesterday,
And now are dumbly housed
In stranger clay;
But yesterday,
And now are dumbly housed
In stranger clay;
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Who valiantly led,
Who followed valiantly,
Who knew no touch of dread
Of that which was to be;
Who followed valiantly,
Who knew no touch of dread
Of that which was to be;
Children that were as nought
Ere ye were tried,
How have ye dared and fought,
Triumphed and died!
Ere ye were tried,
How have ye dared and fought,
Triumphed and died!
Yea, it is very sweet
And decorous
The omnipotent Shade to meet
And flatter thus.
And decorous
The omnipotent Shade to meet
And flatter thus.
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