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When you are old 8 s3 y2 A, n) S% {7 R3 B9 U2 x) @
. g K2 W0 u P" z --- William Butler Yeats
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2 H1 O2 ?# e$ e: O& u/ x0 n2 K7 h When you are old and grey and full of sleep, + G0 I& k4 E$ y$ r; F
4 m8 a- i9 @* i1 ^ And nodding by the fire, take down this book, : m3 ]" w0 B' c: V4 ~
* X# \; u6 Q1 x% d, E% T1 m! v And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
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Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; 9 | b1 ~$ j+ K- L. y2 k
' |7 C& n" K+ s2 t! |$ P9 K! g How many loved your moments of glad grace, ' l- K$ x" j' |) f4 F. A3 ~3 U
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And loved your beauty with love false or true, 2 {7 F6 v# ]* Q' m
; l3 x3 j+ l4 y4 I But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, 1 E9 i0 ~& j6 W) Y
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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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And paced upon the mountains overhead ; g7 N3 A6 t' b. M; i& w _! A1 B
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