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UNREAL CITY pt IV of The Waste Land lyrics
by Joel Sattler, based on TS Eliot

unreal city
unreal city
under the fog of a winter dawn
unreal city
unreal city
first it was here but now it is gone

a crowd flowed over the London Bridge
I had not thought death had undone
so many eyes fixed on so many feet
am I the only the loneliest one

the flow of the mass up the hill of the town
over King William Street silent and down
to where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept hours
where far away stood the city and tower

with a dead sound final stroke of the nine
I saw a man who was friend of mine
said "Stetson! With me at the ships at Mylae!
what did you do? what did you say?

"You planted a corpse last year in the garden,
now has it sprouted? This year will it bloom?
Or has the frost disturbed it in bed?
Keep the Dog from it, or it is doomed.

"Or with his claws he will dig up again,
even though to all men he is friend,
But I am your mirror, I and no other,
hypocrite reader, my dopplegang brother!"

unreal city
unreal city
under the fog of a winter dawn
unreal city
unreal city
first you were here but now you are gone

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