I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
T. S. Elliot “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufroc”
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the world is dying
i’m sitting here crying
you’re over there trying
and we’re both just a mess
my hands start to shake
your mind starts to race
we think about our hearts
but it’s all gone to waste
and the tear marks on my cheeks
the words we don’t speak
the fact that you’re facing me
is something i can’t handle
and as we sit on opposite sides
thinking about life
what’s the matter with crying
if the rest of us are dying
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