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When you are old
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--- William Butler Yeats
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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% ?2 I& H3 \9 C3 L And nodding by the fire, take down this book, , ^7 f) r6 v* T% m, K- z: O5 t
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And slowly read, and dream of the soft look ! q$ s) g7 ?- ]# y9 ?0 ~! N$ B9 T* L
6 n, Z6 { X" U9 p Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; 7 j V4 @" w) U* G# H
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How many loved your moments of glad grace,
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5 x- H; z3 [8 A2 ~' u& @1 L And loved your beauty with love false or true, ' @+ q% r3 z9 @. f) r6 B
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But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
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9 Y8 k9 m0 @3 h1 _" [ And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
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7 [2 H9 H* l2 m And bending down beside the glowing bars, / p( A( p' C3 P
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Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled % U1 l; T/ {( j! _4 n, o
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And paced upon the mountains overhead + j! r8 i* ~; v( w4 z
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