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+ `' x) t; x: M) q* R6 [% v9 ^When you are old1 s d; o Y6 |- ~6 `/ _' z
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,) y% p% p# `! B" g* n9 w+ [
- y" H! o$ a8 D: d( mAnd nodding by the fire, take down this book,$ y% a7 N; [ H# u8 t! G W" a
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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;& w2 t/ s# j+ t- ^
- R3 L6 J9 a6 L% D" u5 pHow many loved your moments of glad grace,
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And loved your beauty with love false or true,
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: @% W$ T" o8 ?0 u0 c& eBut one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face;( |' T0 o; m7 h: l; I5 Y+ @
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And bending down beside the glowing bars,
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- x5 c2 f" x4 ` c3 C. f. J9 cMurmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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2 l8 V% X! ]- RAnd paced upon the mountains overhead
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( L, S7 s% w0 H& y Z# M: \And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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