Edward Estlin Cummings (Эдвард Эстлин Каммингс)

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in spite of everything
which breathes and moves,since Doom
(with white longest hands
neatening each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds
-before leaving my room
i turn,and(stooping
through the morning)kiss
this pillow,dear
where our heads lived and were.

1. the bigness of cannon
2. hist whist
3. after five
4. what if a much of a which of a wind
5. Spring is like a perhaps hand

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