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And indeed there will be time

For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, 

Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; 

There will be time, there will be time

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; 

There will be time to murder and create, 

And time for all the works and days of hands

That lift and drop a question on your plate; 

Time for you and time for me, 

And time yet for a hundred indecisions, 

And for a hundred visions and revisions, 

Before the taking of a toast and tea. 


The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

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