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Слушать(AI)The Young Soldier
It is not
Without
To one in
Of life and its laughter,
Nor the sweet
Dealt slow and
Unto the
Smiling at heaven:
It is the
Faint as a (waning) myth,
Faint, and exceeding
On a boy's murdered mouth.
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen, MC (18 March 1893 – 4 November 1918) was an English poet and soldier. He was one of the leading poets of the First W
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