Out Of The Rose
Out Of The Rose by William Butler Yeats One winter evening an old knight in rusted chain-armour rode slowly along the woody southern slope of
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Out Of The Rose by William Butler Yeats One winter evening an old knight in rusted chain-armour rode slowly along the woody southern slope of
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