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When you are old / d, r+ ]7 G# F- _( p2 ~" `
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--- William Butler Yeats1 E8 p4 J; K( q0 \" Y g
7 d$ m' G% Q* h, A When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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! D6 U/ u% V) H And nodding by the fire, take down this book, $ u$ G! C. p; E1 t3 g r& P3 A
% |. {* q9 m! v! D And slowly read, and dream of the soft look 3 @8 X$ p: g# y& X
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Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; * f1 f' M' ~+ G' Q. b
5 ?7 g: A4 I8 D% a6 j; E1 Q How many loved your moments of glad grace,
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( l) q0 @' `' N) {8 ~) W$ X And loved your beauty with love false or true, 2 r, V( S' b, a8 h
( z4 I- F' T2 e$ R* [% N, [ But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, , v ~& N+ S: C4 Y
8 h3 _' U- D8 k6 u And loved the sorrows of your changing face; : T! m. n0 M8 h% I
7 E; D0 x1 o- P4 T And bending down beside the glowing bars, # L1 V: V; D. E& _
6 d' e: i% z; D, J# Y7 y7 Y8 D Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled * k& ~/ X4 P8 I$ x+ @* S& F! y
+ x( Y+ ~+ x' O! M u: a3 R2 T0 M5 U: s And paced upon the mountains overhead
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And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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