letra de in memory of w. b. yeats ii - elizabeth maconchy
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he disappeared in the dead of winter:
the brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted
and snow disfigured the public statues;
the mercury sank in the mouth of the dying, dying, dying day
o all the instruments agree
the day of his death was a dark cold day
but in the importance and noise of tomorrow
when the brokers are roaring like beasts on the floor of the bourse
and the poor have the sufferings to which they are fairly accustomed
and each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom
a few thousand will think of this day
as one thinks of a day when one did something slightly unusual
o all the instruments agree
the day of his death was a dark cold day
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