In the Department Store
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The lady of the porcelain department Smiles at the world through a set of false teeth. She is business-like and keeps a pencil in her hair But behind her sharpened eyes take flight The summer evenings in the park And heated nights in second story dance halls. Man's life is powerless and brief and dark It is not possible for me to make her happy.
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- T.S. Eliot