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( m4 h5 Z6 k3 @1 g- S) _ --- William Butler Yeats
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep, 1 l$ \7 _9 _) X% |* F d
, r$ R: X4 B2 E2 m7 M( l And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
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6 I6 e9 o- T9 a" ?9 h) P# P# C8 _ Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; 6 J9 C9 ~2 Y4 {3 J3 s: ]
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How many loved your moments of glad grace, . w4 ?; J/ A& O2 g
- ~$ p7 t( v( Y2 O9 s And loved your beauty with love false or true, 4 V! Z1 l3 G/ n ]* l2 q
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But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, 1 X& H5 J, v% z: p
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face; ) o8 r- T z. k
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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
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And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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