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When you are old
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9 X8 w" s6 C/ |) ~ --- William Butler Yeats9 ~/ B) @' ?& Z& }& `
* a: j) R: F$ I) f' H When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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- M+ ?9 L- g& u" `$ m$ ^+ I2 Z. T And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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- p5 r& ?6 G9 I2 m j And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
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Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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. i L' g5 k# { How many loved your moments of glad grace, 7 l: v8 i( u' r, Z" t
7 P# r" _! Y) O6 M3 V& l8 |% ] And loved your beauty with love false or true, / w% g0 c6 k( h* _& I8 i$ |
2 X R+ H9 G( k But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, , \ M+ K) F* ?, x5 @# j
0 J3 q( r; d2 y3 ?. C0 \ And loved the sorrows of your changing face; ( M" C, p8 A# ]% w
, q8 G. s @* K- O" q. ?* Z1 G And bending down beside the glowing bars, 1 c" o/ r$ Y0 [4 P' Z
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Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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2 L" o* G4 S( z3 n! u And paced upon the mountains overhead
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$ I; @" c/ @+ A* I And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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