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When you are old * h3 j/ l1 z2 ], T: K A2 B
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--- William Butler Yeats
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) R: h) W F- G L3 [) E* W When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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: O8 B: A# k# W! v6 m; V3 h And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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1 i. j5 R: C+ _2 j And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
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A9 Y {; e( h# V' R0 B) m) _$ v+ Z Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; ; L" c# f; _% h1 V
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How many loved your moments of glad grace, 0 L5 ~1 |& ]' k. g
* X8 Y+ ?! d: t And loved your beauty with love false or true, " C( `2 ~2 k$ H$ V2 I0 ]* }
" B4 s8 f O3 k7 d; p 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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Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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7 l3 b8 M$ v& d, {# w! G/ Q And paced upon the mountains overhead ' z8 ]) J4 x+ Y U, r2 q; r
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