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5 c0 n L3 e) n: s --- William Butler Yeats3 G" J0 S* }* J
# V: M8 s! p( Q2 v6 v, Y When you are old and grey and full of sleep, " ~+ I, p- q- z' |' C! R
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And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
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Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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% E! Z$ W6 R! W3 ^7 R& y. D$ q How many loved your moments of glad grace,
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And loved your beauty with love false or true,
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But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, 9 {3 _8 T) E) g& `
4 n( P5 [. n# r' _ And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
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& U9 C# u7 z7 q2 f& a; e And bending down beside the glowing bars, : S- }9 f' d* E+ x2 d9 u
0 w7 x" H% k1 S- E Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled ! Q) e7 W& a, G0 V' q$ x# q4 w% ?
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And paced upon the mountains overhead & S6 }9 }9 S3 [
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