We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
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