THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS
by: W.B. Yeats
IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT AENGUS COMES HOME TAKES A COLD SHOWER BRUSHES HIS TEETH AND GOES TO BED ALONE TO DREAM OF HIS WANT OF THE FAIRY GIRL AND HER SILVER AND GOLD APPLES.
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