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When you are old , H) O, X1 E* G6 t
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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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And nodding by the fire, take down this book, % v% t2 y% L( D/ B: f- A5 j& C
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And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
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Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; , \6 F7 D# s0 c, O4 G* B$ |( @
+ a7 q4 }, r. a/ T& v3 m& X+ W How many loved your moments of glad grace, 8 R4 ^$ J+ T5 p( {
4 v% j& Q- E: \1 } And loved your beauty with love false or true, & z$ s5 g8 n1 M! M* w
" y( c+ S8 D* o6 B- f% q- ?& ^ But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, / [5 b/ |. I) b" K0 y+ }8 M
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face; $ B# h: F3 n+ z4 R. e. Y
& B/ s% a4 M& i5 {4 k0 o7 i And bending down beside the glowing bars,
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Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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' U, B. O+ ?0 X And paced upon the mountains overhead
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And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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