[00:17.62]Bent double， like old beggars under sacks，
[00:21.26]Knock-kneed， coughing like hags， we cursed through sludge，
[00:26.75]Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
[00:30.82]And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
[00:35.75]Men marched asleep.
[00:39.27]Many had lost their boots.
[00:40.44]But limped on， blood-shod.
[00:44.57]All went lame； all blind；
[00:48.08]Drunk with fatigue； deaf even to the hoots
[00:51.68]of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
[00:55.71]Gas！ Gas！ Quick， boys！ - An ecstasy of fumbling，
[01:00.28]Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time；
[01:03.18]But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
[01:05.52]And floundering like a man in fire or lime ……
[01:08.90]Dim， through the misty panes and thick green light，
[01:12.11]As under a green sea， I saw him drowning.
[01:18.35]In all my dreams， before my helpless sight，
[01:22.40]He plunges at me， guttering， choking， drowning.
[01:31.34]If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
[01:34.44]Behind the wagon that we flung him in，
[01:37.11]And watch the white eyes writhing in his face，
[01:40.24]His hanging face， like a devil's sick of sin；
[01:44.71]If you could hear， at every jolt， the blood
[01:48.16]Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs，
[01:51.63]Obscene as cancer， bitter as the cud of vile，
[01:55.24]Incurable sores on innocent tongues，
[01:58.56]My friend， you would not tell with such high zest
[02:02.92]To children ardent for some desperate glory，
[02:07.76]The old Lie： Dulce et decorum est
[02:12.25]Pro patria mori.
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