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Slowly he moves
to and fro, to and fro,
then faster and faster
he swishes up and down.
His blue shirt
billows in the breeze
like a tattered kite.
The world whirls by:
east becomes west,
north turns to south;
the four cardinal points
met in his head.
Mother!
Where did I come from?
When will I wear long trousers?
Why was my father jailed?
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