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When you are old
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# y2 `+ u" i3 O" G --- William Butler Yeats
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And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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And slowly read, and dream of the soft look 0 V& |, | O$ t1 m% u8 T
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Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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9 j- q' R% i1 i B8 _! c4 R How many loved your moments of glad grace,
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4 B" A8 s, d* N0 Y( l- m2 J1 i And loved your beauty with love false or true,
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+ N0 C) d9 w' r3 N1 w) _7 U But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 6 ^" r/ }* F9 U3 m6 Y5 B
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And bending down beside the glowing bars,
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0 I' [- r$ y/ {% C. C! N! V Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled 5 D) w8 X+ v! A$ `4 I. `/ r9 w8 D( a
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And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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