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Those who, like the beasts, have no such Hope, pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.

Wilfred Owen

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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
Poet
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Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
Owen
Gloom
Inward
Pass
Age
Hope
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Shrouded
Beasts

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