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When you are old and gray and full of sleep
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And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deepï¼
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or trueï¼
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.
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ãThe most distant way in the world ã
The most distant way in the world
is not the way from birth to the end.
it is when i sit near you
that you don't understand i love u.
The most distant way in the world
is not that you're not sure i love u.
It is when my love is bewildering the soul
but i can't speak it out.
The most distant way in the world
is not that i can't say i love u.
it is after looking into my heart
i can't change my love.
The most distant way in the world
is not that i'm loving u.
it is in our love
we are keeping between the distance.
The most distant way in the world
is not the distance across us.
it is when we're breaking through the way
we deny the existance of love.
So the most distant way in the world
is not in two distant trees.
it is the same rooted branches
can't enjoy the co-existance.
So the most distant way in the world
is not in the being sepearated branches.
it is in the blinking stars
they can't burn the light.
So the most distant way in the world
is not the burning stars.
it is after the light
they can't be seen from afar.
So the most distant way in the world
is not the light that is fading away.
it is the coincidence of us
is not supposed for the love.
So the most distant way in the world
is the love between the fish and bird.
one is flying at the sky,
the other is looking upon into the sea.
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