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When you are old
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--- William Butler Yeats
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8 L- ~1 E& X. F/ p. X/ ~5 P When you are old and grey and full of sleep, 1 f7 q* w/ h- B* m
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And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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2 n% `8 L4 g4 l) e$ Z And slowly read, and dream of the soft look 0 w% V! N8 ~+ j5 D
5 u# U2 W# B' @0 ? Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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" q. r6 V5 x. ? 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,
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2 E. V5 i3 h9 t% Y9 W: e And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
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And bending down beside the glowing bars,
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2 N% k, w) S# X8 ]* y' X( @/ J5 O, k Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled 3 Z( y2 [$ [5 i1 M
5 b. R& r! Q% c1 \0 p/ @1 J0 I And paced upon the mountains overhead + d$ B5 q+ @* c) p6 B
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