They are someone no one.
They died and lived,
struggled and knew,
under the sky,
our sky.
But nobody sees
them, and they
see us and stand
beneath our trees.
But nobody sees them,
and their vision and life fades,
and they stand upon our soil.
But nobody sees them,
and they no longer
see us.
And they fade
without being seen.
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