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When you are old
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--- William Butler Yeats$ _/ ]; q! ^9 g: i( m# k
H) w( b1 G. r2 Z" w When you are old and grey and full of sleep, + r# w# Z" |: i
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And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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And slowly read, and dream of the soft look 6 B; j7 j- b4 O( ~
1 f3 q" r! |* j4 D: _4 _$ ` 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, 0 m! l1 Z1 d& e2 d3 [# T
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But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, 9 B) s2 h- w3 [: i* e
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
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# m5 ^ Q5 d" O# L And bending down beside the glowing bars,
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7 {" E/ j4 W$ V# T Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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: H3 c, R; E- K, L$ J5 c' d And paced upon the mountains overhead 4 ~' D& V; }& l; g% s( l9 F
5 W I C/ c5 u5 k% K8 | And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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