when life is quite through with
by e.e. cummings
| when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue; when love's had his tears out, perhaps shall pass a million years (while a bee dozes on the poppies, the dears; when all's done and said,and under the grass lies her head by oaks and roses deliberated.) |
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