T.S. Eliot Quote

Ash on an old man's sleeve,Is all the ash the burnt roses leave.Dust in the air suspendedMarks the place where a story ended,Dust in breathed was a house-The wall, the wainscot and the mouse.The death of hope and despair,This is the death of air.

T.S. Eliot

Ash on an old man's sleeve,Is all the ash the burnt roses leave.Dust in the air suspendedMarks the place where a story ended,Dust in breathed was a house-The wall, the wainscot and the mouse.The death of hope and despair,This is the death of air.

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