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“But in the grave all, all, shall be renewed. The certainty that I shall see that lady Leaning or standing or walking In the first loveliness of womanhood, And with the fervour of my youthful eyes, Has set me muttering like a fool. (Broken Dreams)”

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Book:The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
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