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						I Stood With the Dead by Siegfried Sassoon 
						
						I Stood with the Dead, so forsaken and still: When dawn was grey I stood with the Dead.  And my slow heart said, 'You must kill, you must kill: 'Soldier, soldier, morning is red'.
  On the shapes of the slain in their crumpled disgrace I stared for a while through the thin cold rain...  'O lad that I loved, there is rain on your face, 'And your eyes are blurred and sick like the plain.'
  I stood with the Dead ... They were dead; they were dead; My heart and my head beat a march of dismay:  And gusts of the wind came dulled by the guns. 'Fall in!' I shouted; 'Fall in for your pay!' 						 
						
						
						
						
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