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![]() That the heart grows old? |
![]() Are not so fragile. |
![]() And rich men grown to be poor again, And I am running to Paradise. |
![]() I must lie down where all ladders start In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart. |
![]() Traditional sanctity and loveliness. |
![]() To the holy city of Byzantium. |