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Strange friend,' I said,'here is no cause to mourn.' 'None,'said the other,'save the undone years, The hopelessness.Whatever hope is yours Was my life also I went hunting wild After the wildest beauty in the world.

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
Life
Strange
Undone
World
Went
Mourn
Causes
Hunting
Beauty
Wild
Whatever
Save
Hope
None
Also
Friend
Wildest
Years
Cause
Hopelessness

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