When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
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And slowly read,and dream of the soft look,
, O) ~3 q% r( ^' VYour eyes had once,and of their shadows deep.
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How many loved your moments of glad grace,
. H5 s- R1 \( r0 BAnd loved your beauty with love false or true, 9 o }: {( |+ L, K! Y v9 D! J
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
5 N! Q1 U+ \, T# I7 YAnd loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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, ~2 G# z9 @; A/ }" b9 }, ^And bending down beside the glowing bars, # F7 g* `, m& l1 H( S
Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled,
0 [5 s/ T) ~6 a# J5 G8 M; n+ K: ]And paced upon the mountains overhead,
- B3 x: Q4 Y$ M9 @$ vAnd hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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