
When you're old and Greg and full of sleep 
And nodding by the fire.
take down this book and slowly read and dream of the soft look 
Your eyes had once and of their shadows deep 
How many loved moments of glad grace 
And loved your beauty with false or true 
But one man who loved the pilgrim soul in you 
And loved the sorrow of your changing face. 
When bending down besides the glowing bars 
Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled
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