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![]() When you are old and gray 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 your moments of 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 glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead, And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. 当你老了,我会把爪子与你的相交叠 一起在温暖的炉边酣睡 也或许,漫步在月下那片结冰的湖泊 蓝色的眼眸,仿佛汇集夜空所有的星光 然而这一切 仅仅出现在我们的梦里
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