A woman drew her long black hair out tight, And fiddled whisper music …

T. S. Eliot
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A woman drew her long black hair out tight, And fiddled whisper music on those strings, And bats with baby faces in the violet light Whistled, and beat their wings, And crawled head downward down a blackened wall. ✨ Waste Land (1922) pt. 5
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A woman drew her long black hair out tight, And fiddled whisper music on those strings, And bats with baby faces in the violet light Whistled, and beat their wings, And crawled head downward down a blackened wall. ✨ Waste Land (1922) pt. 5

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