I loved long and long,
And grew to be out of fashioned
Like an old song.
All troughout the years of our youth
Neither could have known
Their own thought
From the other's,
We were so much at one.
But O,in a minute she changed
O do not love too long,
Or you wiil grow out of fashion
Like an old song.'
William Buttler Yeats,1865-1939
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