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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,
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0 C' C, j2 f. f+ s( D# v And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
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$ P2 T6 |* o4 \: d+ h& ~* ]0 v Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; 9 x F$ ~ A# l/ v( j. T6 l5 C4 ^9 z
: D% R4 h, S( d) D0 _. J/ h3 w How many loved your moments of glad grace,
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And loved your beauty with love false or true, 8 \& F6 {7 _, e- R C: O
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But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, - S3 n. d! W1 w, S0 v/ b6 \" v# F
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face; " {7 a* T% ^, j6 Z0 S9 F
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And bending down beside the glowing bars, ( G+ V! V8 q3 F$ ~
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Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled : w( ~5 m/ F( {: U0 x) Z, a
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And paced upon the mountains overhead * R" r" A/ t4 j X) G
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