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The Coming Of Wisdom With Time
by William Butler Yeats

Β Β Β Β Though leaves are many, the root is one; Β Β Β Β Through all the lying days of my youth Β Β Β Β I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Β Β Β Β Now I may wither into the truth.
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