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When you are old
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--- William Butler Yeats- }3 h/ w7 C2 M0 `; a' J# S+ N/ Z) |
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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And nodding by the fire, take down this book, 6 W+ H6 ~0 n3 l+ ]: [; u) L& s
9 V& t* ?# [# r/ n) z And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
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+ r6 b' p( n7 P* I/ ^# H" M: V' o$ u Q+ ` 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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( L! }0 r, a( O6 a3 v4 c3 i And loved your beauty with love false or true,
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+ }/ H1 K9 F% V5 p But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, y6 J' V8 f: Z. t- i: C0 g
! r( {: X4 g2 N7 k& E And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
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4 m# Y* `: Z3 O: o0 X+ y- O And bending down beside the glowing bars, ' |: ~6 `+ s6 {- y) i2 D( H% M( v
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Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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. E6 I( Q _3 {: g0 R And paced upon the mountains overhead + U8 F. `/ \( W, Q( P& l( n4 t. p
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And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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