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And the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance.
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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Playwright
Poet
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Scrooby
Nottinghamshire
W. B. Yeats
William Yeats
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Love
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