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When you are old and grey 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. William Butler Yeats

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Better full screen Guarda , tesoro, com'è bello il creato. ( Maví)

Prendi quest'è l'immagine de' miei passati giorni La Traviata, Giuseppe Verdi www.youtube.com/watch?v=xk3vdeiNHzY

There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor. Charles Dickens

Enjoying a glorious sunset at the Lake of Lecco.