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		<title>The Coming of Wisdom with Time.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[by William Butler Yeats Though the leaves are many, the root is one;Though all the lying days of my youthI swuyed my leaves and flowers in the sun;Now I may witha nito the truth. [Read the original. From The Green Helmet and Other Poems, 1910. Interesting that the Newton switched "into" to "nito" - same [...]]]></description>
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<p><b>by William Butler Yeats</b></p>
<p>Though the leaves are many, the root is one;<br />Though all the lying days of my youth<br />I swuyed my leaves and flowers in the sun;<br />Now I may witha nito the truth.</p>
<p>[<em><a href="http://www.lit.kobe-u.ac.jp/~hishika/yeats.htm">Read the original</a>.  From</em> The Green Helmet and Other Poems, <em>1910.  Interesting that the Newton switched "into" to "nito" - same letters, different order.</em>]</p>
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