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They lie the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone	A
That want is here a stranger and that misery's unknown	A
For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet	B
My window sill is level with the faces in the street	B
Drifting past drifting past	C
To the beat of weary feet	B
While I sorrow for the owners of those faces in the street	B
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And cause I have to sorrow in a land so young and fair	D
To see upon those faces stamped the marks of Want and Care	D
I look in vain for traces of the fresh and fair and sweet	B
In sallow sunken faces that are drifting through the street	B
Drifting on drifting on	E
To the scrape of restless feet	B
I can sorrow for the owners of the faces in the street	B
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In hours before the dawning dims the starlight in the sky	F
The wan and weary faces first begin to trickle by	F
Increasing as the moments hurry on with morning feet	B
Till like a pallid river flow the faces in the street	B
Flowing in flowing in	G
To the beat of hurried feet	B
Ah I sorrow for the owners of those faces in the street	B
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The human river dwindles when 'tis past the hour of eight	H
Its waves go flowing faster in the fear of being late	H
But slowly drag the moments whilst beneath the dust and heat	B
The city grinds the owners of the faces in the street	B
Grinding body grinding soul	I
Yielding scarce enough to eat	B
Oh I sorrow for the owners of the faces in the street	B
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And then the only faces till the sun is sinking down	J
Are those of outside toilers and the idlers of the town	J
Save here and there a face that seems a stranger in the street	B
Tells of the city's unemployed upon his weary beat	B
Drifting round drifting round	K
To the tread of listless feet	B
Ah My heart aches for the owner of that sad face in the street	B
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And when the hours on lagging feet have slowly dragged away	L
And sickly yellow gaslights rise to mock the going day	L
Then flowing past my window like a tide in its retreat	B
Again I see the pallid stream of faces in the street	B
Ebbing out ebbing out	M
To the drag of tired feet	B
While my heart is aching dumbly for the faces in the street	B
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And now all blurred and smirched with vice the day's sad pages end	N
For while the short large hours' toward the longer small hours' trend	N
With smiles that mock the wearer and with words that half entreat	N
Delilah pleads for custom at the corner of the street	N
Sinking down sinking down	J
Battered wreck by tempests beat	N
A dreadful thankless trade is hers that Woman of the Street	N
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But ah to dreader things than these our fair young city comes	O
For in its heart are growing thick the filthy dens and slums	O
Where human forms shall rot away in sties for swine unmeet	N
And ghostly faces shall be seen unfit for any street	N
Rotting out rotting out	N
For the lack of air and meat	N
In dens of vice and horror that are hidden from the street	N
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I wonder would the apathy of wealthy men endure	P
Were all their windows level with the faces of the Poor	Q
Ah Mammon's slaves your knees shall knock your hearts in terror beat	N
When God demands a reason for the sorrows of the street	N
The wrong things and the bad things	R
And the sad things that we meet	N
In the filthy lane and alley and the cruel heartless street	N
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I left the dreadful corner where the steps are never still	S
And sought another window overlooking gorge and hill	S
But when the night came dreary with the driving rain and sleet	N
They haunted me the shadows of those faces in the street	N
Flitting by flitting by	F
Flitting by with noiseless feet	N
And with cheeks but little paler than the real ones in the street	N
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Once I cried Oh God Almighty if Thy might doth still endure	P
Now show me in a vision for the wrongs of Earth a cure '	-
And lo with shops all shuttered I beheld a city's street	N
And in the warning distance heard the tramp of many feet	N
Coming near coming near	T
To a drum's dull distant beat	N
And soon I saw the army that was marching down the street	N
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Then like a swollen river that has broken bank and wall	U
The human flood came pouring with the red flags over all	U
And kindled eyes all blazing bright with revolution's heat	N
And flashing swords reflecting rigid faces in the street	N
Pouring on pouring on	E
To a drum's loud threatening beat	N
And the war hymns and the cheering of the people in the street	N
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And so it must be while the world goes rolling round its course	V
The warning pen shall write in vain the warning voice grow hoarse	V
But not until a city feels Red Revolution's feet	N
Shall its sad people miss awhile the terrors of the street	N
The dreadful everlasting strife	W
For scarcely clothes and meat	N
In that pent track of living death the city's cruel street	N

Henry Lawson

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