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	<title>Comments on: A verse</title>
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	<description>and so it shall be written.. and so it shall be done...</description>
	<pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 23:46:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: tanzilla</title>
		<link>http://wordofmansoor.com/2008/05/12/a-verse/#comment-60220</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 04:45:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>WB Yeats - When You Are Old and Grey
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.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>WB Yeats - When You Are Old and Grey<br />
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,<br />
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,<br />
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look<br />
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;</p>
<p>How many loved your moments of glad grace,<br />
And loved your beauty with love false or true,<br />
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,<br />
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;</p>
<p>And bending down beside the glowing bars,<br />
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled<br />
And paced upon the mountains overhead<br />
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.</p>
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		<title>By: tanzilla</title>
		<link>http://wordofmansoor.com/2008/05/12/a-verse/#comment-60219</link>
		<dc:creator>tanzilla</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 04:45:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>haunting verse. Even with clean sweep transcations, the pain just lingers on and i am sure u r not alone in this, i am sure the other person is equally in pain. i am not 'her' but i was a her to a few long ago, and yes being right and not giving in on different crucial principals have been worth it. things shd be worth making a sacrifice for. When people dont agree on certain principles, it's better to split, but not without trying to reach out, trying to reason. love always doesnt conquer all mate, it takes time for relationships to reach that level of strength and maturity. By gones ....by gones.....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>haunting verse. Even with clean sweep transcations, the pain just lingers on and i am sure u r not alone in this, i am sure the other person is equally in pain. i am not &#8216;her&#8217; but i was a her to a few long ago, and yes being right and not giving in on different crucial principals have been worth it. things shd be worth making a sacrifice for. When people dont agree on certain principles, it&#8217;s better to split, but not without trying to reach out, trying to reason. love always doesnt conquer all mate, it takes time for relationships to reach that level of strength and maturity. By gones &#8230;.by gones&#8230;..</p>
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