To attend to the window is hope,
Towards the city it is propped;
Do not leave the sad smiles,
How did you tie the thread?
Entering and exiting the doorways
Finds pleasure and considerable shock,
You could not be an elderly man or woman,
Or the days shall be repeated,
And the weeks will be entertaining,
Like the worlds and the lords,
And the months of the years.
To make a home for the old men
Is to matter to the homes of the highest heaven.
This is the occupation.
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