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  • Artist Info: What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow<br />
    Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,<br />
    You cannot say, or guess, for you know only<br />
    A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,<br />
    And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,<br />
    And the dry stone no sound of water. Only<br />
    There is shadow under this red rock,<br />
    (Come in under the shadow of this red rock),<br />
    And I will show you something different from either<br />
    Your shadow at morning striding behind you<br />
    Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;<br />
    I will show you fear in a handful of dust.<br />
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