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When you are old
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--- William Butler Yeats
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; t. f5 b+ o' | When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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$ x. L% N4 k D R And nodding by the fire, take down this book, ! m; u7 u, \( `4 u e" ^
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And slowly read, and dream of the soft look ; G& u8 D2 N+ M1 d1 S; }
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Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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8 d3 @, } O; @7 X How many loved your moments of glad grace,
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And loved your beauty with love false or true, " T+ S/ a- X: X# e7 E
9 h5 L9 U: F2 y4 Y6 ^5 Y5 V& ] But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
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4 ~! q- l2 o+ E And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 8 Y2 E- ~- i' f. y
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And bending down beside the glowing bars, 8 k7 w6 O0 N0 | n9 N8 e
a: ?" s5 [$ A+ U" D4 Y Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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And paced upon the mountains overhead
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