When you are old and grey and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book,And slowly read, and dream of the cheap wow gold soft lookYour eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;How many loved your moments of wow gold glad grace,And loved your beauty with love false or true,But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,And loved the sorrows of your changing face;And bending down beside the wow gold glowing bars,Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fledAnd paced upon the wow gold mountains overheadAnd hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
2009- 9- 5
one man loved the pilgrim
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