"&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 &create,
&time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you &time for me,
&time yet for a hundred indecisions,
&for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast &tea."
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