Juwain - Hollow people | Текст песни

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We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece lilled with straw.
Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over the broken glass
In our dry cellar.

Shape without form, shade without color,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes…

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