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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
by T.S. Eliot
(full text and notes
here LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in
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