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William Butler Yeats
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William Butler Yeats
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Monday, July 12, 2021
365 7/12
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
Saturday, July 20, 2019
365 7/16
She carries in the dishes,
And lays them in a row
To an isle in the water
With her would I go
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