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|Light many lamps and gather round his bed.|
Lend him your eyes, warm blood, and will to live.
Speak to him; rouse him; you may save him yet.
But death replied: 'I choose him.' So he went,
And there was silence in the summer night;
Silence and safety; and the veils of sleep.
Then, far away, the thudding of the guns.
Excerpt from: The Death Bed by Siegfried Sassoon
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