TS Eliot Preludes 2 - Pythagorean Tuning

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Female vocal with classical guitar in Pythagorean tuning
Public Domain poem from TS Eliot

II

The morning comes to consciousness
Of faint stale smells of beer
From the sawdust-trampled street
With all its muddy feet that press
To early coffee-stands.

With the other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a thousand furnished rooms.