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[Unveiling Part III]

Here, here is my open heart,
Here, come and read
My story, my innerside,
Inner child, Inner adolescent,
Inner man, Inner old man

Left behind
All the sunless sunrise
Waved around
All the dazzling sight of nights

The sunless sunrise
The dazzling sight of nights

Sketches of my ancient life come round and assail me
Now the hell is within sight
This is where it ends
This is where I quit
Now the hell is within sight

Mind-blowing
Scenes from my memories unveiled
Mind-blowing
Evanescent changing shapes
I want to walk away
And leave this world behind me
I slowly fade away
And turn my back on this life

Resignation
What a beautiful word to pronounce
Aloud and hushed voice
You who can hear me
Screaming out
November the first
What a beautiful day to renounce
Abandon all hope
You who enter here,
In the book of Eliot.

Mind-blowing
Scenes from my memories unveiled
Mind-blowing
Evanescent changing shapes
I want to walk away
And leave this world behind me
I slowly fade away
And turn my back on this life

Standing in front of hell's door
I beg you
Please forgive me
Now the end is within sight
This where it ends
This where I quit

(Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying Stetson!
You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
You! Hypocrite lecteur! - Mon semblable, - mon frère!\")

© Thomas Stearns Eliot

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