When I am old, and comforted
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And done with this desire
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With memory to share my bed
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And peace to share my fire
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I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands
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Beneath my laundered cap
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And watch my cool and fragile hands
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Lie light upon my lap
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And I will have a sprigged gown
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With lace to kiss my throat
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I'll draw my curtain to the town
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And hum a purring note
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And I'll forget the way of tears
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And rock, and stir my tea
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But oh, I wish those blessed years
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Were further than they be!
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Afternoon
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| Carla Bruni |
