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When you are old 6 w( Z3 J- o$ u2 J/ V5 v( I
$ C4 w3 ]6 k5 C2 ?/ C$ J --- William Butler Yeats6 z* a# S! B/ P- z* F; ?/ q
# d# W) d1 w% d% w, U4 U; J& Y When you are old and grey and full of sleep, / F% N8 T% B: ]5 C2 N
B; s4 N9 a- P8 E4 B# W2 w And nodding by the fire, take down this book, + H) O+ o0 O6 R r6 m
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And slowly read, and dream of the soft look 1 m' I9 H g, ?0 Y% _
5 E9 v/ f- L, a- ^5 [. U5 @ Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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8 L& H) P/ I: K' f8 G/ r3 `7 v How many loved your moments of glad grace,
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2 j8 C' I1 A/ Y; Y7 t* G$ L( i And loved your beauty with love false or true, * X- e( P7 z0 E! [" |
8 Y: z, u1 e0 \7 a: O But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, ! ^; R3 p+ Z6 H# s! N0 B
2 k4 q& u5 ~% }9 p And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 2 b3 H1 n. X3 w1 |
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And bending down beside the glowing bars, U+ |9 M; R& Z S5 a
/ j" @2 Q0 g/ ~' a6 _3 ~% t Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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And paced upon the mountains overhead + L) G3 _3 P6 f
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And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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