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Ars Dada - Fear In A Handful Of Dust lyrics

Under the brown fog of a winter dawn
A crowd flowed over London Bridge
So many I had not thought death had undone, so many
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet

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
I will show you fear in a handful of dust

Burial of the dead

Fear in a handful of dust

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From the book "The Waste Land" (1922), written by T.S. Eliot (1888–1965).
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