Straw in the street where I pass to-day Dulls the sound of the wheels and feet. `Tis for a failing life they lay Straw in the street. Here, where the pulses of London beat, Someone strives with the Presence grey; Ah, is it victory or defeat? The hurrying people go their way, Pause and jostle and pass and greet; For life, for death, are they treading, say Straw in the street?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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