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Eliot

It was, you might say, a way of putting it

A way in which those who agree, agree not

And those who agree not go into the fire.

There are those who have said it before me

Those one cannot hope to emulate

Because of one’s own solemnity.

But I will say it again.

Bradford millionaire or Old Possum’s fat cats,

Those who stride well-heeled across London Bridge

I, though blind, have seen them all.

They are the hollow men, the empty men, the lonely men.

You who reside in Highgate or beside the hot gates

Grant them that which they have not,

And grant it them by the way of not having

And let this be their epithalamium

Now and in Hampshire.

Shanti, Shanti, Shanti

Laa Laa, Laa Laa, Laa, Laa

Tinky Winky, Dipsy and Po.