Four Quartets by TS Eliot
East Coker
"The houses are all gone under the sea. The dancers are all gone under the hill."
"We can not think of a time that is oceanless
Or of an ocean not littered with wastage
Or of a future that is not liable like the past, to have no destination."
"There is no end to the withering of withered flowers."
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