first line (public domain): We stood up before day And shaved by metal mirrors In the faint flame of a faulty candle.
And we hurried down the wide stone stairs with a clirr of spurr chains on stone. And we thought when the cocks crew that the ghosts of a dead dawn would rise and be off. But they stayed under the window, crouched on the staircase, the window now the colour of morning.
in "World War One - Disgust: 'The Old Lie – Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori'"
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