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Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a
broken twig all the morning.
I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.
Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil
your morning with!"
Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and
I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and
With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both
my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.
In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and
forget that I too am playing a game.
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