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When you are old
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--- William Butler Yeats/ y6 g* n3 |0 c( @: Y& ?/ x* h- Q
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep, * G' s. T, D& F' n
" C' l! s* e2 W And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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And slowly read, and dream of the soft look # D$ p# m0 ~3 u( ?& f" I
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Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; ; v" c p0 S2 p' Y' f/ U
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How many loved your moments of glad grace,
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3 G8 b q9 U X7 a And loved your beauty with love false or true, " j2 V+ V% `( I
. R. b8 [% k; `1 M But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
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* z2 [: k7 z4 V# I And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 6 b8 d( h: {& z5 j
; P h- L, g: K- q And bending down beside the glowing bars,
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6 I4 z ~8 u8 |+ `1 W. z Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled 7 _- ?: g; g) T/ d: E; s' e
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And paced upon the mountains overhead
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And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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