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Death


‘Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;




Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men




Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone —
Man has created death.’


Death by W.B. Yeats
Pictures of abandoned farmhouse in County Westmeath 

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