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I have just begun reading poetry.
Reading this poem a few times I have come to the conclusion it's about
death. People who merely live because they have nothing better to do, how
they don't care about the past nor the future. They live in the present
with no thought about it, they live to be and look to other people to
guide. To me it also says how in death we are all equal.
Tara from Sweden