Oblivious to your insignificance,
You strut along
Alone on the streets
In a city so full, but bleak
Without a clue
And you walk with your head high
Above the sunken spirits
Of the dampened clones
That march the other way
Yet still you smile
Out from this unity
And wonder why it's quiet
Because you can't see
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