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When you are old ! p, {; D) z$ b& [
w( u, U$ l& a& f4 N* D --- William Butler Yeats
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$ x6 w' c* [8 C/ @4 _( ^ When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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% u$ q# h% S1 ]0 N* E3 Z3 Z: o q And nodding by the fire, take down this book, 9 i, M0 z2 E1 l
2 t: {- u B8 j/ i And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
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5 Q9 @* A" N7 W- R Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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! b' ^8 |- s( ~- g" k- y! h2 g How many loved your moments of glad grace,
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And loved your beauty with love false or true, , z, e. ~. h3 I# O3 E
( Q+ y* {# O; e7 K* _ But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 3 X& h: x/ l- m4 z- E# T K
8 M8 B( U7 o: L0 D* ^ And bending down beside the glowing bars,
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7 R6 L' \9 p, p4 ] Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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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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