when i sing she doesn't care; when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
God guard me from those thoughts men thinkIn the mind alone;He that sings a lasting songThinks in a marrow-bone; -- W.B. Yeats, ‘A Prayer for Old Age’
God guard me from those thoughts men thinkIn the mind alone;He that sings a lasting songThinks in a marrow-bone;
-- W.B. Yeats, ‘A Prayer for Old Age’
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