.Armies and ice and dirty green
Newspapers, shovels, sand on the breeze
I think of Eliot when I smell the street
And it's sometimes wise just to shut your eyes
Workers and lovers make their living space neat
Bent out of shape over what to eat
I dream of Eliot but I am discrete
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