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Look at my shadow. He is also
my shadow often goes with me.
Sometimes my shadow stays behind
me,sometimes it walks in front of
me.
Sometimes
it
grows
short
and
small,
sometimes
it
grows
big
and
strong .I like my
shadow.
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.
The furthest distance in
the world
Is not between life and death
But when I stand in front of you