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When you are old
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--- William Butler Yeats1 {! s; N/ F+ \9 o$ {
; i5 v; p+ U1 m g9 X. K+ T$ U When you are old and grey and full of sleep, 4 P @+ x; z2 {) ~
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And nodding by the fire, take down this book, % E9 Y* h+ G4 D& W
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And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
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Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; % U: t" V9 J: _/ p8 k! S9 d1 l
0 `. U( _8 R) \& Z How many loved your moments of glad grace, 7 q3 d5 O$ {# }/ H
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And loved your beauty with love false or true,
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But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, $ c1 n5 Z3 b' F# c
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
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: ~' h2 V- i2 _/ U4 L* F And bending down beside the glowing bars,
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1 T: s3 F% j' K0 h ? Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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And paced upon the mountains overhead & b' \: Y# g6 X" y
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