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# H: ?( @: [. [, u% @6 e! { --- William Butler Yeats
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4 V( ]7 N( q& R( o( M9 F When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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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' T- x+ [+ D9 e. M3 p s( L5 o! b Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; : R& A5 e9 a- O: g. T
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How many loved your moments of glad grace, 8 |+ j- ^( [" a+ K7 u/ i
: ? S2 u; V! H- U* b" o And loved your beauty with love false or true,
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But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
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And bending down beside the glowing bars,
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) P- C% d* t# O9 e4 E Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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And paced upon the mountains overhead
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