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Mostly in a dull rotation / We bear our loads and eat and drink and sleep, / Feeling no tears, knowing no meditation -- / Too tired to think, too clogged with earth to weep.
Dimly convinced, poor groping wretches, / Like eyeless insects in a murky pond / That out and out this city stretches, / Away, away, and there is no beyond.