The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

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The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet. The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet. The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet. The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

- William Butler Yeats

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