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 A Song by William Butler Yeats 
						I thought no more was neededYouth to polong
 Than dumb-bell and foil
 To keep the body young.
 O who could have foretold
 That thc heart grows old?
 
 Though I have many words,
 What woman's satisfied,
 I am no longer faint
 Because at her side?
 O who could have foretold
 That the heart grows old?
 
 I have not lost desire
 But the heart that I had;
 I thOught 'twould burn my body
 Laid on the death-bed,
 For who could have foretold
 That the heart grows old?
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