Wilfred Owen - [I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson]

Wilfred Owen - [I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson]

[I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell], br Like a Sun, in his last deep hour; br Watched the magnificent recession of farewell, br Clouding, half gleam, half glower, br And a last splendour burn the heavens of his cheek. br And in his eyes br The cold stars lighting, very old and bleak, br In different skies.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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