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I'm a sucker for Yeats.What need you, being come to sense,But fumble in a greasy tillAnd add the halfpence to the penceAnd prayer to shivering prayer, untilYou have dried the marrow from the bone;For men were born to pray and save:Romantic Ireland s dead and gone,It s with O Leary in the grave.Yet t...

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