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I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

~ Siegfried Sassoon

Had I the heavens embroidered cloths, 
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths, 
Of night and light and the half light, 
I would spread the cloths under your feet.
But I being poor, have only my dreams. 
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. 

W.B. Yeats
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