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When I am only fit to go to bed, / Or hobble out to sit within the sun, / Ring down the curtain, say the play is done, / And the last petals of the poppy shed!
I do not want to live when I am old, / I have no use for things I cannot love; / And when the day that I am talking of / (Which God forfend!) is come, it will be cold.
But if there is another place than this, / Where all the men will greet me as "Old Man," / And all the women wrap me in a smile, / Where money is more useless than a kiss, / And good wine is not put beneath the ban, / I will go there and stay a little while.