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You know only
A heap of broken images where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding ahead of you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you
I will show you fear in a handful of dust
-T.S. Eliot, "The Wasteland"

Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
Come like shadows, so depart
-Shakespeare, "Macbeth"

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