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 (¿ø¹®)   The Lover Pleads with his Friend for old Friends
 Though you are in your shining days.
 Voices among the crowd
 And new friends busy with your praise,
 Be not unkind or proud,
 But think about old iriends the most:
 Times bitter flood will rise,
 Your beauty perish and be lost
 For all eyes but these eyes.              W.B. Yeats
 
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