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William Butler Yeats - Parting
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He. Dear, I must be gone
  While night Shuts the eyes
  Of the household spies;
  That song announces dawn.

She. No, night`s bird and love`s
  Bids all true lovers rest,
  While his loud song reproves
  The murderous stealth of day.

He. Daylight already flies
  From mountain crest to crest

She. That light is from the moon.

He. That bird…

She.                     Let him sing on,
  I offer to love`s play
  My dark declivities.
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