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When you are old
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0 M, {: ~5 o9 j$ v --- William Butler Yeats
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep, : t$ ?3 Y- n6 E7 A
+ P/ Q1 x3 S8 P3 B And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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! K9 Y0 O. K. r9 O And slowly read, and dream of the soft look 3 V% s( d( a) S
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Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; . X; U$ m8 b V/ A0 j
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How many loved your moments of glad grace, 5 u/ z( ~+ X4 J9 Y4 X I/ m
! U z% ]* k4 g+ w1 E And loved your beauty with love false or true, # A; Z3 l" F/ R
3 d, N$ U0 A, k8 e A3 f ? But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, 9 L! v# K7 P0 B! i: d
* Z, F6 ~7 K3 o! f And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
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And bending down beside the glowing bars, 6 k, s4 F1 c& L3 x D" m( `
% b" W) G) a/ u2 X Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled 6 q2 p( ^* x+ V: l5 j
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And paced upon the mountains overhead 0 h [/ h. |7 k3 O4 q! Q
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And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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