These People That Go By
These people that go by
Know not of I
Nor of the engines that
Sound in the early morning
Nor of the dogs that bark
Because they wish to be king.
All they know is this brick wall
And ivy that over it falls
But they don't know of the
Loveliness that lies beyond it,
Of the dreams that are embraced
By those that live within it.
All they know is the wall.
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