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# S7 C( d; _' G$ t$ x9 L% z! y --- William Butler Yeats' R7 a8 B, _% B6 l2 z
. a* b- B# x1 R/ `- e/ M When you are old and grey and full of sleep, ; @$ l# _, i7 E9 `4 h
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And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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4 O3 R/ V; m/ N4 ~0 Z8 o7 e) g# f And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
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Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; 3 R) t. i( b+ x* v2 F2 c2 x
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How many loved your moments of glad grace, ! B$ X/ a1 y6 J0 r3 u% P
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And loved your beauty with love false or true, J+ G! y1 q/ U4 x
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But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, 2 P1 U8 J# H a" M0 `: D0 C) b" P
2 e. C6 u5 ^2 S0 b, g And loved the sorrows of your changing face; , G7 f I7 [. {5 V
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And bending down beside the glowing bars,
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Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled . N1 g9 R F/ y* E h/ X
% M. Q7 G0 N. K6 S% `7 F And paced upon the mountains overhead
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