two years later

has no one said those daring

kind eyes should be more learned?

or warned you how despairing

the moths are when they are burned?

i could have warned you, but you are young,

so we speak a different tongue.

o you will take whatever’s offered

and dream that all the world’s a friend.

suffer as your mother suffered,

be as broken in the end.

but i am old and you are young,

and i speak a barbarous tongue.
–yeats

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Xx*FemCore*xX
“Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams…”
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