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s.e.re: when we come at the end of time
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s.e.re: and they carried him down
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s.e.re: for he comes the human child
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s.e.re: and those white glimmering fragments of mist sweep by
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s.e.re: now and in time to be wherever green is worn, are changed, changed utterly, a terrible beauty is born.
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s.e.re: Aye sun and moon and star and all .....that being dead we rise dream and so create translunar paradise. I have prepared my peace
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s.e.re: Move most gently if move you must. In this lonely place
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s.e.re: and in the end is the beginning ....I'm tired of my own tears.....this stolen child will be will be
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s.e.re: were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle
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s.e.re: the darkness dtrops again
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s.e.re: slouches towards bethlehem to be born
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s.e.re: but now I know that twenty centuries of stony sleep
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s.e.re: and what rough beast, its hour comes round at last
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s.e.re: I MADE MY SONG A COAT COVERED WITH EMBROUDERIES OUT OF OLD MYTHOLOGIES FROM HEEL TO THROAT....
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s.e.re: I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree....