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When you are old
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* `5 G0 O, y9 f0 c: A; R --- William Butler Yeats2 ^: v( ^9 G7 e5 I+ N v6 W
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep, # w3 ^4 p' r6 ]& p: O6 K. l
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And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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! |, W1 x0 t* F3 j* j And slowly read, and dream of the soft look / S/ Z- w0 d' ]! H
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Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; `! D! j4 i# b" P$ U; J7 c x p
+ S+ J% B5 d; {% t1 h How many loved your moments of glad grace,
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8 M# Y+ |, ^6 D+ e8 [ And loved your beauty with love false or true, / R3 A2 y, {7 s" O4 {* E0 c
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But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, 3 N, G8 k1 [3 I1 K# g3 h2 s' e* U
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
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8 {5 S. k9 b, L/ ]5 B. I And bending down beside the glowing bars,
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; Z( z4 T. x, x$ H4 M Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled D: `. z& [* W+ s! S
! O3 X' E) A" P6 }# s And paced upon the mountains overhead & k7 `9 N$ g3 S( u( _
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And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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