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When you are old
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--- William Butler Yeats
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep, 5 {% v3 v$ H! p
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And nodding by the fire, take down this book, 2 P! L: n9 d) X! i. o
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And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
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0 o" H% ?5 A$ S! s9 ^5 y Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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How many loved your moments of glad grace,
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And loved your beauty with love false or true, 4 I( m/ c O4 D5 a4 {
3 d, i9 R% Z; c& g' C But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, 6 H: q6 ?7 l4 L
) x! b+ Q+ w0 k* G W# I And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
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And bending down beside the glowing bars,
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Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled ( V, e1 o( d* g; J
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