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When you are old
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$ z) y! O6 O$ V9 {# P9 m% D --- William Butler Yeats
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep, : f% Q( H9 n* T# W
) J' C6 i- F; C" K And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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7 t' x* A* _6 z And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
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* k$ t% u( S$ ^ Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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How many loved your moments of glad grace,
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And loved your beauty with love false or true, + M9 D9 K! b% o9 g; v9 B
U4 k2 u- L& [7 y% H But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face; & [. A* J4 }; [& \
c% _' U3 B, h And bending down beside the glowing bars, % b S0 ? z" a% B# @: d, z
H1 i9 u1 V# @8 ] Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled 6 s8 {, B* |, e/ x2 b5 r, p( L
$ |+ M0 E9 ~2 ~- k And paced upon the mountains overhead
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And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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