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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.

William Butler Yeats

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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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