Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even… — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
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Futility Move him into the sun - Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke… — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
