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When you are old / m. }0 ^: m! u% ^% }8 T$ t1 A# `! u5 D
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--- William Butler Yeats& P( a$ L; @ E7 U8 A. H
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep, 5 Y" O4 ^( G' M& `
% I& V' c- j) e2 t 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; 6 l0 N( E6 G+ l! R f) r9 i
* \9 ~; M8 S9 ]; ~2 _% D How many loved your moments of glad grace, 6 e1 I1 ?" z& }
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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, 0 A7 l0 _; W4 r6 k$ Y- h9 b0 D. W
7 b9 n {' F8 |8 U1 I8 V 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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' t8 @$ Q; T' w- L And paced upon the mountains overhead
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