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When you are old
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6 B" t, B( G$ D: }. o" N2 s --- William Butler Yeats
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5 M" ]! u/ V4 Y9 `3 J9 ] When you are old and grey and full of sleep, " \. h9 W* `( Z+ Q
' ^# P: L/ o/ W2 S; P( T! z And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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" R" ]7 t9 f; t8 l( f And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
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& f0 V0 e# I, s$ M9 [/ S# p/ v2 A2 F: L' T Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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How many loved your moments of glad grace, : ^+ Q/ o4 V: Z
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And loved your beauty with love false or true, A+ W. G1 L& L% \3 W
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But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
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- N3 ~9 P o# D5 b/ E9 C And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
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And bending down beside the glowing bars,
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Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled 1 Z- l0 \* r4 W/ q
+ q8 r$ J, i3 w% x5 q; ~. ^; s1 G And paced upon the mountains overhead 0 R! U! K! d; u% {1 @/ c
3 O2 g9 u3 \6 u* ` And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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