"I look in vain for traces of the fresh and fair and sweet,
in sallow, sunken faces that are drifting through the street.
Drifting on, drifting on, to the scrape of restless feet;
I can sorrow for the owners of the faces in the street."
in sallow, sunken faces that are drifting through the street.
Drifting on, drifting on, to the scrape of restless feet;
I can sorrow for the owners of the faces in the street."
- Henry Lawson
on his 146th Birthday
(artwork by Cousin Mary)
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