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I balanced all, brought all to mind. The years to come seemed waste of breath. A waste of breath the years behind. In balance with this live this death. W.B Yeats I balanced all, brought all to mind. The years to come seemed waste of breath. A waste of breath the years behind. In balance with this live this death. W.B Yeats
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