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To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.
William Butler Yeats
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William Butler Yeats
Age: 73 †
Born: 1865
Born: June 13
Died: 1939
Died: January 28
Astrologer
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Nottinghamshire
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