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I thought of all that worked dark pits Of war, and died Digging the rock where Death reputes Peace lies indeed.

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
Lying
Digging
Peace
Indeed
War
Rock
Death
Worked
Thought
Died
Rocks
Lies
Dark
Pits

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