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I will find out where she has gone,
& kiss her lips & take her hands;
& walk among long dappled grass,
& pluck till time & times are done,
'The Song of Wandering Aengus': #WBYeats, born #otd 1865
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🖼️'Boreas',1903:#JWWaterhouse: WikiArt