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b, t( m! g4 O- R; v --- William Butler Yeats' d& H% n" G0 O% }5 w& F# H" _3 M- ]
- X' e2 N0 n0 K ^% L When you are old and grey and full of sleep, # X& L/ ^- c9 R; D) r% _
+ U2 `( `6 n' O$ b% `! i: Q; D7 t And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
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# f G# p. H$ g( @8 C Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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How many loved your moments of glad grace, 0 ?+ s+ v0 D w+ T
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And loved your beauty with love false or true, , o) v# o* n; ]: r9 W# k2 B! F, p
0 r: \6 E* v2 I$ x But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, " J4 C1 J9 r( a' d/ M
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
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And bending down beside the glowing bars, ; W3 D2 U4 q9 c4 v
9 { ^- k; A/ \. V0 x Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled : |' t1 f1 H. R, V0 h5 y5 z' G+ x
' \& M8 b6 S2 K1 M* d0 A And paced upon the mountains overhead
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