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