E. E. Cummings - If seventy were young lyrics

if seventy were young and d**h uncommon (forgiving not divine, to err inhuman) or any thine a mine --dingdong:dongding-- to say would be to sing if broken hearts were whole and cowards heroes (the popular the wise, a weed a tearose) and every minus plus --fare ill:fare well-- a frown would be a smile if sorrowful were gay (today tomorrow, doubting believing and to lend to borrow) or any foe a friend --cry nay: cry yea-- november would be may that you and i'd be quite -come such perfection- another i and you, is a deduction which(be it false or true) disposes me to shoot dogooding folk on sight