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Siegfried Sassoon - Autumn
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October`s bellowing anger breaks and cleaves   
The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood   
In whose lament I hear a voice that grieves   
For battle’s fruitless harvest, and the feud   
Of outraged men. Their lives are like the leaves
Scattered in flocks of ruin, tossed and blown   
Along the westering furnace flaring red.   
O martyred youth and manhood overthrown,   
The burden of your wrongs is on my head.
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