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I	A
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The winter evening settles down	B
With smell of steaks in passageways	C
Six o'clock	D
The burnt out ends of smoky days	C
And now a gusty shower wraps	C
The grimy scraps	C
Of withered leaves about your feet	E
And newspapers from vacant lots	C
The showers beat	E
On broken blinds and chimney pots	C
And at the corner of the street	E
A lonely cab horse steams and stamps	C
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And then the lighting of the lamps	C
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II	A
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The morning comes to consciousness	C
Of faint stale smells of beer	F
From the sawdust trampled street	E
With all its muddy feet that press	C
To early coffee stands	C
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With the other masquerades	C
That time resumes	C
One thinks of all the hands	C
That are raising dingy shades	C
In a thousand furnished rooms	C
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III	A
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You tossed a blanket from the bed	G
You lay upon your back and waited	H
You dozed and watched the night revealing	I
The thousand sordid images	C
Of which your soul was constituted	H
They flickered against the ceiling	I
And when all the world came back	J
And the light crept up between the shutters	C
And you heard the sparrows in the gutters	C
You had such a vision of the street	E
As the street hardly understands	C
Sitting along the bed's edge where	K
You curled the papers from your hair	K
Or clasped the yellow soles of feet	E
In the palms of both soiled hands	C
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IV	-
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His soul stretched tight across the skies	C
That fade behind a city block	D
Or trampled by insistent feet	E
At four and five and six o'clock	D
And short square fingers stuffing pipes	C
And evening newspapers and eyes	C
Assured of certain certainties	C
The conscience of a blackened street	E
Impatient to assume the world	L
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I am moved by fancies that are curled	L
Around these images and cling	I
The notion of some infinitely gentle	M
Infinitely suffering thing	I
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Wipe your hand across your mouth and laugh	-
The worlds revolve like ancient women	N
Gathering fuel in vacant lots	C

T. S. Eliot

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