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The Collected Poems by William Butler Yeats
I TURN round
Like a dumb beast in a show.
Neither know what I am
Nor where I go,
My language beaten
Into one name;
I am in love
And that is my shame.
What hurts the soul
My soul adores,
No better than a beast
Upon all fours.
Book: The Collected Poems by William Butler Yeats
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