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<The Burial of the Dead>
Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge,so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.