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When you are old
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$ F% Z* e+ H) y1 Z: u/ G8 T/ S --- William Butler Yeats% I0 I6 ~# y4 X* H# o: C2 I
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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9 x/ R, Q1 s( K1 q' a And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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8 m* P P, F; u( | And slowly read, and dream of the soft look & d3 K" B: p$ L' z
" H4 U& d2 {$ H: v" P+ b4 P4 F Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; $ {* L( b* |) y& I3 e5 @+ p1 u1 z
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How many loved your moments of glad grace, 4 f: B! l' Q% @% T6 y# F" L6 |0 D
6 k; O) J* {& B2 b. X. b And loved your beauty with love false or true, 5 y: g+ @2 x w+ ~& [9 T4 I
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But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, $ G4 ^' ^, r8 a; z1 y# Y
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
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: M& s: A/ j+ ?7 ~) H And bending down beside the glowing bars, ' M* e a5 F* C' ^4 _6 G
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Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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( _6 X6 c' V6 J( P# @ And paced upon the mountains overhead + C3 Z6 u% ^: T8 h9 z* y7 U
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And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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