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When you are old
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+ k0 x1 M% p: ^3 G+ a! X --- William Butler Yeats
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And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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" G; Y9 C# v( l- `; i And slowly read, and dream of the soft look 3 Z K7 b! e/ s& P6 i1 V
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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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0 ^# K* |/ }2 F6 ]) |# t0 v And loved your beauty with love false or true, ; C% }, O* X* n( j7 x
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But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
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And bending down beside the glowing bars,
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5 a$ ]* ]9 E" k! S( ?' H' L2 B+ K Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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$ l+ q0 n, e/ k- r& Y And paced upon the mountains overhead 5 Z& C+ m: N: ^7 L$ q9 x8 E1 {9 }
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