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I grow old … I grow old …t I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.tShall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?tI shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.tI have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.tI do not think that they will sing to me.t I have seen them riding seaward on the wavestCombing the white hair of the waves blown backtWhen the wind blows the water white and black.tWe have lingered in the chambers of the seatBy sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brownt Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
