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Print A few lines from a poem by William Butler Yeats read:
“But I, being poor, have
only my dreams; I hadn’t read Yeats’ words until several years after writing the following poem. The lines came to me in a moment of inspiration. Our dreams are so fragile. Too often we beat each other’s dreams into the ground without realizing where we walk.
Tread softly--
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