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 A Prayer For Old Age by William Butler Yeats 
						God guard me from those thoughts men thinkIn the mind alone;
 He that sings a lasting song
 Thinks in a marrow-bone;
 
 From all that makes a wise old man
 That can be praised of all;
 O what am I that I should not seem
 For the song's sake a fool?
 
 I pray -- for word is out
 And prayer comes round again --
 That I may seem, though I die old,
 A foolish, passionate man.
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