When I am old and gray, full of sleep
snoozing by the fire, take down this book
slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes
recall their shadows deep
How many loved your moments of glad grace
love you beauty with love false and true
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you
love your aging face sorrows of a
bending down beside the stove fire blazed
little sadly, how the passage of that love of
the mountains on the head it slow slow pace and walked
in the middle of a group of stars hidden face
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