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A HANDFUL OF DUST song lyrics pt. II of The Waste Land cycle
by Joel Sattler

Based on the poem by T. S. Eliot

your shadow in the morning
striding there behind you
your shadow in the evening
rising up to meet you

your shadow disappearing
fading in the dusk
I will show you fear
in a handful of dust

a handful of dust
a handful of dust
I will show you fear
in a handful of dust

your arms were full
and your hair was wet
I could not speak
hadn't been born yet

I knew nothing
neither living or dead
"call me the hyacinth girl"
that's what you said

a handful of dust
a handful of dust
I will show you fear
in a handful of dust

looking into the heart
the heart of the light
I couldn't tell
if I were the day or the night

the silence it spoke
it spoke unto not
no sound of water
under this red rock

a handful of dust
a handful of dust
I will show you fear
in a handful of dust

a heap of broken images
a pyramid of stone
a man walking endlessly
endlessly alone

what branches grow
what roots clutch
into the earth
for a handful of dust

what winds blow
blow they must
reach to the sky
for a handful of dust

a handful of dust
a handful of dust
I will show you fear
in a handful of dust

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