Missing Word: Prufrock

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Can you name the missing words from T.S. Eliot's 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock'?

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Let us go then, ___ and I,
When the evening is spread out against the ___
Like a patient ___ upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted ___,
The ___ retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap ___
And sawdust ___ with oyster-shells:
Streets that ___ like a tedious argument
Of insidious ___
To ___ you to an overwhelming question....
Oh, do not ___, 'What is it?'
Let us go and make our ___.
In the room the ___ come and go
Talking of ___.
The ___ fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow ___ that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its ___ into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in the ___,
Let fall upon its back the ___ that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden ___,
And seeing that it was a soft ___ night,
Curled once about the house, and ___ asleep.
And indeed there will be ___
For the yellow smoke that slides ___ the street,
Rubbing its ___ upon the window panes;
There will be ___, there will be ___
To ___ a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and ___,
And time for all the works and days of ___
That lift and ___ a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for ___,
And time yet for a ___ indecisions,
And for a hundred ___ and revisions,
___ the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the ___ come and go
Talking of ___.
And indeed there will be ___
To ___, 'Do I dare?' and, 'Do I dare?'
Time to turn back and ___ the stair,
With a ___ spot in the middle of my hair —
(They will say: 'How his hair is growing ___!')
My morning coat, my ___ mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple ___ —
(They will say: 'But how his arms and ___ are thin!')
ClueWord
Do I ___
___ the universe?
In a ___ there is time
For decisions and ___ which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all ___, known them all:
Have known the evenings, ___, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee ___;
I know the ___ dying with a dying fall
Beneath the ___ from a farther room.
So how should I ___?
And I have known the ___ already, known them all —
The eyes that ___ you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, ___ on a pin,
When I am ___ and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I ___
To ___ out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I ___?
And I have known the ___ already, known them all —
Arms that are braceleted and white and ___
(But in the lamplight, downed with ___ brown hair!)
Is it ___ from a dress
That makes me so ___?
Arms that lie along a ___, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then ___?
And how should I ___?
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through ___ streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the ___
Of lonely ___ in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?
I should have been a ___ of ragged claws
___ across the floors of silent seas.
And the afternoon, the evening, ___ so peacefully!
Smoothed by long ___,
Asleep ... ___ ... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here ___ you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ___,
Have the ___ to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and ___,
Though I have seen my ___ (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet — and here's no great ___;
I have seen the ___ of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and ___,
And in short, I was ___.
And would it have been worth it, ___ all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the ___,
ClueWord
Among the porcelain, among some ___ of you and me,
___ it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a ___,
To have squeezed the universe into a ___
To roll it ___ some overwhelming question,
To say: 'I am ___, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I ___ tell you all' —
If one, settling a ___ by her head,
Should ___, 'That is not what I meant at all;
That is not ___, at all.'
And would it have been worth it, after ___,
Would it have been worth ___,
After the ___ and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the ___ —
And this, and so ___ more? —
It is ___ to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a ___:
Would it have been worth ___
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a ___,
And ___ toward the window, should say:
'That is not ___ at all,
That is not what I ___, at all.'
___! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will ___
To swell a progress, start a ___ or two,
Advise the ___; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of ___,
Politic, cautious, and ___;
___ of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, ___ ridiculous —
Almost, at times, the ___.
I grow ___ ... I grow ___ ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my ___ rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to ___ a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the ___.
I have ___ the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will ___ to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the ___
Combing the white ___ of the waves blown back
When the wind ___ the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the ___
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed ___ and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we ___.

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