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Happy are men who yet before they are killed	B
Can let their veins run cold	C
Whom no compassion fleers	D
Or makes their feet	E
Sore on the alleys cobbled with their brothers	D
The front line withers	D
But they are troops who fade not flowers	D
For poets' tearful fooling	F
Men gaps for filling	F
Losses who might have fought	G
Longer but no one bothers	D
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II	A
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And some cease feeling	F
Even themselves or for themselves	D
Dullness best solves	D
The tease and doubt of shelling	F
And Chance's strange arithmetic	H
Comes simpler than the reckoning of their shilling	F
They keep no check on Armies' decimation	I
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III	A
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Happy are these who lose imagination	I
They have enough to carry with ammunition	I
Their spirit drags no pack	J
Their old wounds save with cold can not more ache	K
Having seen all things red	L
Their eyes are rid	M
Of the hurt of the colour of blood for ever	N
And terror's first constriction over	N
Their hearts remain small drawn	O
Their senses in some scorching cautery of battle	P
Now long since ironed	Q
Can laugh among the dying unconcerned	Q
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IV	-
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Happy the soldier home with not a notion	I
How somewhere every dawn some men attack	J
And many sighs are drained	R
Happy the lad whose mind was never trained	R
His days are worth forgetting more than not	S
He sings along the march	T
Which we march taciturn because of dusk	U
The long forlorn relentless trend	V
From larger day to huger night	W
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V	-
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We wise who with a thought besmirch	T
Blood over all our soul	X
How should we see our task	Y
But through his blunt and lashless eyes	D
Alive he is not vital overmuch	T
Dying not mortal overmuch	T
Nor sad nor proud	Z
Nor curious at all	A2
He cannot tell	B2
Old men's placidity from his	D
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VI	-
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But cursed are dullards whom no cannon stuns	D
That they should be as stones	D
Wretched are they and mean	C2
With paucity that never was simplicity	-
By choice they made themselves immune	D2
To pity and whatever mourns in man	E2
Before the last sea and the hapless stars	D
Whatever mourns when many leave these shores	D
Whatever shares	D
The eternal reciprocity of tears	D

Wilfred Owen

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