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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).

-- e e cummings