Afternoon

Lyrics
The ladies who are interested in Assyrian art Gather in the hall of the British Museum. The faint perfume of last year's tailor suits And the steam from drying rubber overshoes And the green and purple feathers on their hats Vanish in the sombre Sunday afternoon As they fade beyond the Roman statuary Like amateur comedians across a lawn Towards the unconscious, the ineffable, the absolute
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Credits
- Writers
- T.S. Eliot