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When you are old
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4 h& ^3 Z. n! E/ I4 w+ W4 k --- William Butler Yeats# @9 t4 T% Q. O+ L! i1 b5 A2 u
+ B; H+ \; K2 j# b: ] When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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6 |; _# z( L6 O) ] X: a And nodding by the fire, take down this book, / s3 J+ d1 H6 N3 K: X
u3 c9 B$ D" \2 d& H And slowly read, and dream of the soft look $ R4 y+ p% A a& K, P q
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Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; & s: S) i$ C% f; P( E$ N9 I
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How many loved your moments of glad grace, : \, ]/ t+ C9 d. J" ?' a H
: {) X# _/ L' k" v2 T7 ?1 Z% s And loved your beauty with love false or true,
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$ P/ F( A" D3 v O B But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, 0 ~, H- K" _- e v& K
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 7 B/ P' G5 W/ M& h, R b: ?3 ]. D
" R) L6 C- _' C And bending down beside the glowing bars, $ ]1 w! j+ M: J0 O
7 l3 S, l9 B" n Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled 8 k# f! r0 Y3 [7 t( F
0 L$ |8 u o1 [- o8 x+ U/ W And paced upon the mountains overhead , Q% p% Y4 P0 {( D% g2 y: M2 H' H
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And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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