Silenced by death in the grave, William Butler 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, in the grave, in the grave, in the grave?
[Speaking:]Why should I blame her that she filling 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 great Had they, but courage equal to desire.
Sad that Maud Gonne couldn't stay, But she had MacBride anyway. And you sit here with me on the Isle Innisfree And you're writting down epitaph. But I know by now why did you sit here In the grave, in the grave, in the grave, in the grave? William Butler...
Why should I blame her? Had they, but courage equal to desire. William Butler...
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