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Our own acts are isolated and one act does not buy absolution for another.
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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Poet
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Nottinghamshire
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