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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.

#Irish #NobelPrize #1910 #RhymedStanza #TheGreenHelmetAndOtherPoems

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Ingeborg Von Finsterwalde/Waltraud I Mack

Ingeborg Von Finsterwalde/Waltraud I Mack

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My kind of man. May he rest in peace....

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