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Shadows of persons sway like cattails in the breeze
Their eyes hide in hoods like windows beneath eaves
Faces to the ground because they fear other eyes
In the dark, common people breathe in common sighs
Trillions of indefinite drops of the ocean flow through one another
And they would never meet again
If they simply died of old age, like men