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There is grey in your hair.Young men no longer suddenly catch their breathWhen you are passing;But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessingBecause it was your prayerRecovered him upon the bed of death.For your sole sake – that all heart’s ache have known,And given to others all heart’s ache,From meagre girlhood’s putting onBurdensome beauty –Continue reading “BROKEN DREAMS by W.B Yeats”