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When you are old : U2 w/ r" D$ u/ ]4 G0 b* g. c( `. d
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep, 7 q) y- W7 {9 z( F- ~
$ m! C$ P+ \* j5 k And nodding by the fire, take down this book, * n/ L2 j+ \ a
* [: |8 m1 R2 u# c M' \ 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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, U6 k1 x0 q5 O3 v How many loved your moments of glad grace, ; G- ?* X; C, k9 }' n2 G+ T
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And loved your beauty with love false or true, _/ @4 J/ R! g2 f( J
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But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, 7 B( m- j+ E5 Z/ ~
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
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* ?4 R! v) p! h2 o' j# R) ` And bending down beside the glowing bars, 7 e0 a q% ?* c, T! S+ t5 ]) T
0 o! E4 m8 ^0 C9 k0 f# h4 C Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled 1 ?. L: M& T9 h' o; `
/ i) [0 l+ D I3 V And paced upon the mountains overhead / ?0 \: q& L( n1 G6 j4 A
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And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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