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W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats

A Drinking Song

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

#1910 #IrishWriters #RhymedStanza #TheGreenHelmetAndOtherPoems

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Imrogue J Ann Crowder M.B.Ibáñez Y. J. Hall Enrique Corro Ingeborg Von Finsterwalde/Waltraud I Mack Jayme Slais Patrícia Castro Dan Dan Hermosillo Emrah Mujic
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