Silenced by death in the grave W b yeats couldn't save Why did you stand here Were you sickened in time But I know by now Why did you sit here? In the grave
W.b. yeats second
Why should I blame her, That she filled my days With misery or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways Or hurled the little streets upon the grave Had they but courage Equal to desire
Sad that maud gonne couldn't stay But she had mac bride anyway And you sit here with me On the isle inistree
And you are writing down everything But I know by now Why did you sit here In the grave...
Why should I blame her Had they but courage equal to desire
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