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A Song

by W. B. Yeats

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I thought no more was needed Youth to prolong Than dumb-bell and foil To keep the body young. Oh, who could have foretold That the heart grows old?

Though I have many words, What woman’s satisfied, I am no longer faint Because at her side? Oh, 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. But who could have foretold That the heart grows old?

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