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--- William Butler Yeats
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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: [3 v3 @. u |/ B$ J! g: e And nodding by the fire, take down this book, - t/ Q, q" {1 B0 C2 f
: P, d8 M, m) t And slowly read, and dream of the soft look 9 v) ?, W$ G, ~2 e
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Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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+ {- V- {4 `' Z6 n7 h1 x, V, b How many loved your moments of glad grace,
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And loved your beauty with love false or true, 8 n2 w6 N4 \, z$ `5 n
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But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
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. R$ N1 R) n$ ~7 g And loved the sorrows of your changing face; : s# z8 Y3 v/ ^; r
/ p6 z% ^; D5 G. h% d( g& E And bending down beside the glowing bars,
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* k5 S( H% r( ? Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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& C! z" r7 d* L% r. M# o E! o4 o5 ` And paced upon the mountains overhead
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And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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