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We are the hollow menWe are the stuffed menLeaning togetherHeadpiece lilled with straw. Alas!Our dried voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats' feet over the broken glassIn our dry cellar.Shape without form, shade without color,Paralysed force, gesture without motion;Those who have crossedWith direct eyes, to death's other KingdomRemember us-if at all-not as lostViolent souls, but onlyAs the hollow men,The stuffed men.