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The Waste Land: Burial Of The Dead by T.S. Eliot
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Concert was fantastic, despite it's seedy location. We were ( Read more... )
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Concert was fantastic, despite it's seedy location. We were ( Read more... )
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Yeah, pretty great, thank you!:)
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