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To the land where all/Is ruin, and nothing blossoms but the sky

I went hunting wild/after the wildest beauty in the world

The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est/Pro patria mori
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My subject is War, and the pity of War.
The Poetry is in the pity.

--Wilfred Owen

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