Silenced by death in the grave
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W B Yeats couldn't save
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Why did you stand here
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Were you sickened in time
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But I know by now
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Why did you sit here?
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In the GRAVE
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W.B. Yeats "Second"
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Why should I blame her,
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that she filled my days
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With misery or that she would of late
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Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways
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Or hurled the little streets upon the great
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Had they but courage
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Equal to desire
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Sad that Maud Gonne couldn't stay
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But she had Mac Bride anyway
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And you sit here with me
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on the isle Inisfree
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And you are writing down everything
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But I know by now
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Why did you sit here
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In the grave...
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Why should I blame her
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Had they but courage equal to desire
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YEATS' GRAVE
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| Cranberries |
