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And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.

Wilfred Owen

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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
Poet
Writer
Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
Owen
Hall
Halls
Stood
Smile
Dead
Hell
Knew
Sullen

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