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When you are old
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6 E- @: g& r7 `2 w) s --- William Butler Yeats3 x( o+ i8 s; U% S
- i7 y5 y7 @7 j5 y When you are old and grey and full of sleep, * x3 f# {6 M, S( R
# X7 C9 z# S- O" ^" ]9 L And nodding by the fire, take down this book, $ L1 p% G+ D _
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And slowly read, and dream of the soft look : k4 ?7 y0 n1 n. }/ j* p1 V) b
* K! ~$ ]2 C3 s$ H! S6 v( a2 K. R/ d* G Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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How many loved your moments of glad grace,
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And loved your beauty with love false or true,
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But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
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T9 P# G0 [) [$ s7 @ And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 5 i V0 N/ u- t8 N$ y
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And bending down beside the glowing bars,
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" B( e& k4 B& h- p$ Z* d Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled . T0 I2 J0 t$ K Z- f* E
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And paced upon the mountains overhead / k$ e% p3 f: r/ d% I- I$ o$ ^
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And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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