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The Collected Poems by William Butler Yeats
O CURLEW, cry no more in the air,
Or only to the water in the West;
Because your crying brings to my mind
passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair
That was shaken out over my breast:
There is enough evil in the crying of wind.
Book: The Collected Poems by William Butler Yeats
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