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• 2012-02-18

  For I have known them all already, known them all;
  have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
  I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
  I know the voices dying with a dying fall
  Beneath the music from a farther room.
  So how should I presume?

  — excerpt from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot

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