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When you are old
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! }! _0 o9 g9 w# r& e --- William Butler Yeats
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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* m0 A5 }' S, P* ` And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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And slowly read, and dream of the soft look & z& y9 Q4 v* H
6 z$ D* X. w( q9 p" ^ 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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And loved your beauty with love false or true, / q# C, A8 D9 w {& o
( B7 ~: Q( V- y. F& e- _8 ] But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, & z! H# W) T- ?( W0 ~7 c; Y
) E; i. q, l" o$ F& F And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
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" ~; t1 b6 Q, R7 w2 W; A B9 } And bending down beside the glowing bars, & `7 `( X- {1 B! Z/ h9 B% O
- A0 R/ v5 K5 u8 S1 `0 _! b) F Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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And paced upon the mountains overhead
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