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"I know you've heard it's over now, and war must surely come
The cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone.

But let me ask you one more time
O children of the dust;
These hunters who are shrieking now
do they speak for us?

And where do all these highways go, now that we are free?
Why are the armies marching still, that were coming home to me?"

This is taken from Leonard Cohen's 'stories of the street'. The last part :

We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky
And lost among the subway crowds
I try to catch your eye.