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And when you sigh from kiss to kiss I hear white Beauty sighing, too, For hours when all must fade like dew.

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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
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Fade
White
Sigh
Must
Fades
Like
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Kiss
Kissing
Hear
Sighing
Beauty
Dew

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