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That toil of growing up The ignominy of boyhood the distress Of boyhood changing into man The unfinished man and his pain.

William Butler Yeats

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William Butler Yeats
Age: 73 †
Born: 1865
Born: June 13
Died: 1939
Died: January 28
Astrologer
Mystic
Playwright
Poet
Politician
Writer
Scrooby
Nottinghamshire
W. B. Yeats
William Yeats
W.B. Yeats
Unfinished
Distress
Toil
Changing
Growing
Pain
Men
Ignominy
Boyhood

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