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When you are old
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7 Z+ h* @- K& r% Z2 D6 | When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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& \5 k5 U, y! R7 [0 p U; x And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
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) L+ }/ T) G2 T, ?' ^6 _/ y8 S Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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I! @( H- W% Q9 }, M" d How many loved your moments of glad grace,
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% \$ O) `$ d D6 R+ K8 | And loved your beauty with love false or true,
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But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
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7 K8 Z1 G* z8 {, ], k; v And loved the sorrows of your changing face; - B9 T5 P9 d) N
% A% Y7 F6 H9 @4 D' Z# W And bending down beside the glowing bars,
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Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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