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) w9 s3 p6 |+ u3 m When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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{* v/ w* r" U% G- l, L1 @ And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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( n) ?& b* S; Q. r( E) T) E And slowly read, and dream of the soft look 1 N. g4 y v# x$ F' T0 {" \+ }
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Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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How many loved your moments of glad grace, * L) \6 t# G; y* {2 L8 ~9 D0 A
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And loved your beauty with love false or true,
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* L i$ U4 r( Y" t' _' d But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, N- D" W% L( W/ {+ D
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face; : j8 N5 [' W# y+ O7 Z! F( }- i
8 ` d- ]: w5 }, I3 S' d0 M And bending down beside the glowing bars, 0 n$ w* L1 w+ h. Y. u
& w5 M! _$ y) _0 F l+ t; D0 f Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled * X3 r1 m; |8 q/ S8 X' `
. Q, S3 K7 T; s( T And paced upon the mountains overhead ) _/ C' l; ~1 s5 o1 x) }
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