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--- William Butler Yeats
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep, $ S: z& w/ u( k
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And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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1 H8 a) n$ {) W2 P1 s6 `* J And slowly read, and dream of the soft look $ x6 @, L. ?% l W/ B7 q
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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, + t. f9 j# A8 k u) }$ K+ Y" {
9 G* Y2 w H! V) k! V8 e And loved your beauty with love false or true,
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$ G" l4 X2 `& O: R But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
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1 H; v% T- z4 R3 g And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 7 n' L8 V9 g; m
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And bending down beside the glowing bars, * w+ H: z) \! H- D" i* a* A3 }
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Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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; j' e1 [( x! Z/ X S And paced upon the mountains overhead
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8 H1 i2 w/ ]' b1 L/ p& q* s And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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