I'll take my hat and leave
And walk the street of many
Where the moments are brief
Of thoughts from almost any
I felt cold but almost close
As I was walking there by
In this woven life that goes
Like clouds of drift in sky
Everyone seemed so lonely
In doing their restlessly own
We meet all with eyes-only
And nothing else is shown
The many crowded streets
Are always so alone going
And no one there really meets
For anyone’s nobody knowing
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