Beneath the city’s gleaming stone,
The restless multitudes move on;
Each bears a world, yet walks alone,
Beneath the bright and watchful sun.
The towers rise, the shopfronts gleam,
While shadows lengthen at their feet;
And life, as fleeting as a dream,
Flows onward through the crowded street.
No face remains, no footstep stays
The moment fades, the crowds depart;
Yet sunlight keeps their passing days,
Like echoes written on the heart.
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