Spooky Poem Storyboard
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- We are the hollow men. We are the stuffed men. Leaning togetherHeadpiece filled with straw, Alas!
- ~~~~~
- Our dried voices, when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless...
- As wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar
- Shape without form, shade without color, paralyzed force, gesture without motion...
- Those who have crossed with direct eyes to death's other Kingdom...
- Remember us - if at all - not as lost violent souls...
- ...but only as the hollow men. The stuffed men.
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