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When you are old
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--- William Butler Yeats
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep, 3 k9 ~# R/ J& k3 [' {7 O) e
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And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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7 T: _4 L$ S5 t% Q7 i# C And slowly read, and dream of the soft look & a* e, v% [' n2 @1 b
& s, F* ?; e) f* {. t5 J Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; : x/ L$ i* X f3 w8 w q6 e* B7 ~
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How many loved your moments of glad grace,
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$ s2 K8 m. [6 F; T And loved your beauty with love false or true, $ L$ |6 z* \% \. p
5 _. [9 _4 m4 T, `% Q# s 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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- E4 r, m' J0 }" Q3 F+ f7 B And bending down beside the glowing bars, ) l( j( ~5 J* a6 s$ \ U& a
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Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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2 f# T* q* u" `+ Z And paced upon the mountains overhead M7 a" h m6 ?. d: Y
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And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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