Waterboys, The - An Appointment With Mr Yeats
”Though I am old with wandering
through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
and kiss her lips and touch her hands
and walk among long dappled grass
and pluck, till time and times are done,
the silver apples of the moon
the golden apples of the sun”
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