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 "title": "Dulce Et Decorum Est",
 "poet": "Wilfred Owen",
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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   {
    "text": "Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,",
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   {
    "text": "Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,",
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   {
    "text": "Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And towards our distant rest began to trudge.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!⁠—An ecstasy of fumbling",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But someone still was yelling out and stumbling",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.⁠—",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.",
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  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "In all my dreams before my helpless sight",
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   },
   {
    "text": "He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.",
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  ],
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   {
    "text": "If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Behind the wagon that we flung him in,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues⁠—",
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   },
   {
    "text": "My friend, you would not tell with such high zest",
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   },
   {
    "text": "To children ardent for some desperate glory,",
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   {
    "text": "The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est",
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   {
    "text": "Pro patria mori.",
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