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When you are old and grey and full of sleep, |
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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 |
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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, |
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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, |
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face; |
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And bending down beside the glowing bars, |
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Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled |
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And paced upon the mountains overhead |
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And hid his face amid a crowd of stars |
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep... |
