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1 " Though leaves are many, the root is one;Through all the lying days of my youthI swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;Now I may wither into the truth. "
― W.B. Yeats , Poetry, Drama and Prose
2 " I heard the old, old man say,"Everything alters,And one by one we drop away."They had hands like claws, and their kneesWere twisted like the old thorn treesBy the waters.I heard the old, old man say,"All that is beautiful drifts awayLike the waters. "