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The friends that have it I do wrong Whenever I remake a song, Should know what issue is at stake: It is myself that I remake.

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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