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Agalloch A Poem By Yeats

empty sky, And all that lamentation of the leaves, Could but compose man's image and his cry. [From the poem "The Sorrow of Love" by William Butler Yeats

an empty sky, And all that lamentation of the leaves, Could but compose man's image and his cry. [From the poem "The Sorrow of Love" by William Butler Yeats