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The Celtic Twilight

Chapter 39 

Word Count: 4308    |    Released on: 18/11/2017

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eople cold and wretched, "like flies in winter," she said; but they forgot the cold when they began to talk

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The Celtic Twilight
The Celtic Twilight
W. B. Yeats Modern
“Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out. And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away.”