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 "id": "wilfred-owen/greater-love",
 "title": "Greater Love",
 "poet": "Wilfred Owen",
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 "book": "Poems",
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  "year": 1920,
  "venue": "Poems (1920)",
  "note": "First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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   {
    "text": "Red lips are not so red",
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   },
   {
    "text": "As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.",
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   {
    "text": "Kindness of wooed and wooer",
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   {
    "text": "Seems shame to their love pure.",
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   {
    "text": "O Love, your eyes lose lure",
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   {
    "text": "When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!",
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   {
    "text": "Your slender attitude",
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   {
    "text": "Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,",
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   {
    "text": "Rolling and rolling there",
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   {
    "text": "Where God seems not to care;",
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   {
    "text": "Till the fierce Love they bear",
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   {
    "text": "Cramps them in death’s extreme decrepitude.",
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   {
    "text": "Your voice sings not so soft⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "Your dear voice is not dear,",
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   {
    "text": "Gentle, and evening clear,",
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   {
    "text": "As theirs whom none now hear",
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   {
    "text": "Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed.",
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    "text": "Heart, you were never hot,",
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   {
    "text": "Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;",
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   {
    "text": "And though your hand be pale,",
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   {
    "text": "Paler are all which trail",
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   {
    "text": "Your cross through flame and hail:",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not.",
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